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worst. movie. ever.
"I am ALL that and a bag of chips!"

You get your newfound bouncers together and tear the sheets off your bunk beds. The three of you turn a dull spoon into a knife, make several rat fangs into sewing needles, and get some contraband dental floss to serve as thread. Some grade-A MacGyver sewing action later, you have four frighteningly real prostitute costumes at your disposal.

In your disguises, your little group has no trouble getting past the prison guards. The other prisoners hoot and holler at you as you strut through the corridor, heading for the outside, freedom, and... your Monster Party! Slipping past the guards at the entrance, who whistle enthusiastically as you pass, you and your companions sigh in relief.

Hey baby, wanna go for a "ride"?
"Hold on there, gorgeous."

A wiry little guard taps you on the shoulder and gawks at you with a disturbing grin. "Where is you going, sugar?" he asks. You politely tell him you're getting the fuck out of here. "Oh no, ya don't." he replies, and grabs your arm. As he pulls you back through the entrance, you can see your bouncers making a run for it. "Laws, I ain't never seen no hooker as purty as you is, right like." the wiry guard tells you. The look in his eyes tells you more than you ever needed to know. This is not worth escaping the prison. You break down and tell him you're a disguised prisoner trying to break free, and you'll just go back to your cell if he leaves you alone. "Why, you is just playin' hard to get, like on them TV soap Oprahs ya read about." the brainiac says. "Now, how's about you give me a lil' kiss?" As he leans in close, you see the entire staff of the prison gathering behind him to get in on the action.

The good news is you made enough money to throw a dozen Monster Parties. The bad news is that by the time you were 'done', Halloween was long over. But that didn't really matter anymore, since your adventure at the prison didn't leave you in much of a partying mood. In fact, you pretty much spent the rest of the year on the bathroom floor, in the fetal position.

START OVER, YOU STUD!

 




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