Masses for the food

Ahh the mall. How could hell be any worse? Well, there certainly are enough people here. Christ, you can barely even BREATHE it's so goddamned crowded in this place! You're already feeling nauseated just from watching everybody chow down on their greasy food. "If these people can stomach this place, then certainly they'll be able to handle my monster party!"

You go up to a group of kids that are all talking about the huge sale that's going on at The Gap today. They don't even notice you for about 5 minutes due to their obsession with overpriced, shitty looking clothes. Finally, one of them notices you. "Like, what do you want?" You inform her about your Monster Party and how you need some people to help host it. She screams out loud and runs to a nearby security guard. You have no idea what she just told him, but he's coming right towards you and he looks PISSED.

OW.

Holy shit! I've never seen a security guard beat somebody so brutally with a nightstick! As luck would have it, the girl was the security guard's daughter and she told him you were hitting on her. He was already disgruntled enough with his job, but when she told him about you, something in his head snapped. They've hauled off what's left of your body to the local morgue. Unfortunately, it's so badly damaged that the mortician can't even distinguish your jaw bone from your ass. 

OK YOU LITTLE MALLRAT, START OVER!