"Danger? Adventure? Pants?"

“Once more our heroines strike out into the unknown. What will they find? Danger? Adventure? Pants?”

“SIMON! STOP FILMING!” The five sorority girls are bouncing down the pavement, tits bouncing, hot pink hair flying, shaved hot pink pussies catching every eye. Red circles have been painted on their breasts, targets framing their nipples. Slogans like ΕΝΦ SUX!, SPANK ME! and CHAD IS KING! have been written all over their bodies. Rainbow stripes adorn their thighs. Drawn arrows point to all the interesting bits.

It’s a long way back to campus past all of the crowds. With their ankles tied, they can’t move any faster than a hop.

“It seems that our heroines today could really use some pants,” says Simon, easily keeping up, along with his camera-wielding buddy Phuong. “Yes, our legendary ladies plunge boldly into the wilderness of downtown Waxford, braving such fearsome monsters as that guy over there, and that other lady, and is that a cop? Stalwart are they, for even in the absence of pants they nobly strive onward, though lo, the peasantry doth behold their jiggly bits and they are much abashed. Could pants be behind this tree? Perhaps that bush?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”