There it was, plain as day. Between the Whac a Pirate and Pack Man. And bottles at that, or so it said. She’d been fooled before. Dare she? She approached the portal, prepared her quarter for entry into the proffered slit. More channeling tonight, because Joey was about to turn gay. One touch of the magic pop to her lips (*drop*)…
There, ahhhhhhh.
Now to ditch this bitch wig and find the next door.
There! Behind the Hook A Duck.
She ain’t scared of no witches (but she should be).
(to be continued)
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