Brooke rebels

"Really?" cried Brooke as she paused in front of a naked Montana to look back at an irate Margaret Booth. "Really? Really?"

"Yes, really," said Margaret Booth as she continued to hold a gun to Brooke's head. "Why can't a troublemaker like you understand that?"

"A troublemaker like me?" asked Brooke as she turned toward Margaret without even bothering to cover her nakedness. "Look around you, lady. I'm the most obedient camp member you've got here. The two men in this room have openly talked about stripping women with no interference from you. In fact, the biggest man here just got through stripping Montana and again, you didn't say or do a thing to stop it. And don't get me started on all the things you let Montana get away with since she's been here."

"Hey, don't bring me into this, Major Hottie!"cried Montana. "It's not my fault you can't obey the rules."

"I've had it," said Brooke. "If you want to shoot me, then shoot me. Otherwise, just let me go. I came here because it was the ideal way to avoid being undressed against my will, but in the end, I ended up naked anyway. So thanks for nothing, Margaret. Thanks for nothing."

"You really do have a **** wish, don't you?" asked Margaret.

"No, I don't," said Brooke. "But I just realized something. If you still had bullets in that gun, you would have fired it already. So therefore I have to guess that you're all out of bullets."

"Out of bullets, am I?" asked Margaret.

At that point, the body of Richard Ramirez started to sit up.

"I'm alive!" he cried. "My master Satan has brought me back from the grave."

Margaret simply turned and fired her gun at Richard, instantly killing him again.

"So much for your no more bullets theory, Brooke," said Margaret.