“I thought that maybe you had my clothes!”

“Oh? You saying we are thieves? That we stole your clothes to resell them in a racket?”

The sorority gang menacingly walks towards you. You put your hands in the air and take a step back. “N-no, I didn´t mean that.”

“I think she is lying boss. She thinks we are some sort of criminal gang.”

“Yeah, how about we teach her a lesson then?”

“You know, that will make you look even more like a gang…” The bunny girls crack their knuckles. “Eep! Cat, run!” You push the bunny girl in front of you aside and break into a sprint. Cat is caught red-handed tiptoeing away from the door.

“Yikes!”

“Look, they are stealing Chester! The dastards! She was from Epsilon Nu Phi!”

“They won’t get away.” The head sister’s triggers an alarm, a bunch of pissed off sorority girls in Star Wars pajamas pour out of the backdoor to block your escape.

“Crap. Front door, let´s go!” You reckon a bunch of pledges are easier to dodge than the sorority´s head honchos armed with anime body pillows. Running side by side with your partner in crime, you jump over a table filled with classic CD´s and are tackled by a bunny girl.

You and Cat both fall and break some sort of container, a sticky liquid pours down on your body. Suddenly, you find yourself unable to stand up from the table, or even separate from Cat for that matter. It seems like she is in the same predicament. The sorority soon surrounds the table. There doesn´t seem to be a way out. You hug Cat and whimper.

“We got them.”

“Why are we selling superglue anyway?”

“I don’t know, but this gives me an idea.”