"It's gonna go viral!" Addie laughed.

The next stage involved Marisa holding Daphne in place while Addie filmed, and Blair produced a paid of scissors. "See, we can't have a dog like you going around in a store bought plastic Leia costume that's too small...you're giving cosplay a bad name."

"Screw you and your standards, I'm beautiful! And even if I'm not, it's none of your business." Daphne spat, struggling to break free from Marisa.

"Take it easy there! I'm trying to cut the plastic, not you. Plus, you're jiggling so much you look more like Jabba the Hutt than Leia!"

Blair winked at the camera, after what she thought was a great joke, then took the scissors to Daphne's costume. "First, let's get this godawful plastic bra off of you. You must be so sweaty in that. Ew. G-ROSS. Speaking of gross, you've got a lot of sag going on for someone in her twenties."

"Somebody help! These bitches are stripping me!" Daphne called out. But no one stepped forward.

"Oh, now that loincloth. I almost want to take a lighter to that oh-so-flammable chinsy fabric, but that would draw all the wrong kind of attention, and may burn the hair of your legs," Blair said. "So I'm just gonna cut the straps and see what--dear sweet mother of god, Addie, bring the camera down here. I was just joking about burning off your leg hair, but look at all those hairs popping out of that thong. You'd have been a real burning bush."

"Let me go, you've done enough." Daphne sobbed.