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[Hey,
who turned out the...] Like I said... dark. J
Anyhoo, here's
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Scully
comes home from a hard day chasing escaped demon psycho killers (never
suspecting one's hiding in her closet!) She changes into her pinstripe
jammies & fuzzy slippers (...'cause her naughty nighties are all at
the cleaners (dammit!)) |
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"Hmm...
Last time I buy
a
clock at SatanMart."
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Donnie
pounces! He & Scully do some traumatic redecoration of
her bedroom... but eventually Scully winds up on the floor, being bound
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Dana
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Next
we see, Donnie is stashing Scully in her closet. (Note the compound
cleave-gag, a folded hankie & another nylon. ...& Dana's
ankles are bound with yet another nylon.) |
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Helpless
& alone in the dark [No, ya think?], Dana watches under the
door as Donnie putzes around her apartment, preparing her... a bath. {N'ya'ha'ha!}
But then she escapes the closet... |
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"(Damn!
Look at the dust
bunnies
under the bed!)"
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...&
we're treated to a veritable odyssey of writhing & wriggling
as Scully first hides under her bed, then struggles over to near where
her gun fell during the struggle. |
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She
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...k
it's all over but the muzzle flashes for Donnie. (Note Dana's chic
scarf.) J |
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"Welcome
to Hell, Mr. Pfaster. Please take a number &
be seated... on any free stalagmite."
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