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Barbara Kramer looked at the majestic ATM screen, a rainbow of iridescent pixels. Her balance read $13.24. She needed money. And fast.

"What are you gonna do?" Her roomate, Hasaki, said to her that night through a mouthful of sushi.

Fuck. Sushi. She couldn't even remember what it tasted like. Hasaki had a CEO father, perfect shining hair and a pair of three hundred dollar slippers.

"Well, I have something on the table for next week", Barbara said above the din of "Friends", Hasaki's favorite show. And as the plan completed formulation in Barbara's head, she thought to herself -It's so crazy it just might work.

When Hasaki awoke in a large, clean basement, she couldn't really figure out who or where she was. She was strapped into something. It reminded her of the recovery room at the hospital. All she knew was that there were lots of men wearing masks, two camcorders, and she had on a pink and white striped track suit. A red light went on over her head, a buzzer sounded, and a young man with no shirt approached her. She burped wasabi sauce into her muzzle and tried to remember her name.

Watching the video monitor from the other room, Barbara counted her money with mixed emotions. Had she "gone bad"?

Date Written: July 06, 2003
Author: Benny Maniacs
Average Vote: 3

07/6/2003 anonymous (1):
07/8/2003 scoop (4): Snicker, snicker. Muzzle. Snicker, snicker. That's right. Bitch.
03/13/2004 Mr. Pony (4): The "It's so crazy..." turned me off. The rest turned me on.
03/13/2004 scoop: HOLY CRAP! Pony's got a boner!
03/14/2004 Mr. Pony: No, I said it turned me on. There's a difference!!