He's a maniac, maniac on the floor...

"Oh, my God!" cried Brooke as the Night Stripper approached the dining room table. "It's him. The guy I told you all about."

Brooke was so excited that she neglected to cover herself, essentially baring her breasts and pubes to the entire dining room. Then again, the other women in the room were excited too, so panicked by the arrival of the self-proclaimed Night Stripper that they could not decide what to do next.

Montana seemed to be the only person besides Ramirez who wasn't panicking so Brooke turned to her for advice, only to immediately see Montana faint in front of her. She thought she saw Montana wink as well, but surely that couldn't be right, could it?

Anyway, Montana was obviously out of it for now, Brooke thought. So much for help from that quarter.

Richard Ramirez just smiled coldly and waved his scissors at Brooke before proceeding to go after Sharona, the closest girl at the table.

"Oh, no, you don't!" cried Sharona, throwing a plastic cup at Ramirez.

Ramirez dodged the cup with ease, but then Sharona threw a plate and a fork and finally a knife, not all of which missed Ramirez with the same ease as the cup.

Rio followed her example as well while at the same time shouting for Roxanne to go get Margaret.

Ramirez kept sneering. Sooner or later, the ladies would run out of stuff to throw, he thought, and then they would be his. No, not just his, but his and His Master Sata -- Hey! That hurt!

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It had been a very warm day that day so Roxanne hadn't bothered to dress up too much. She had been going to wear her red dress for dinner but at the last minute, changed her mind and put on red shorts and a halter top instead.

She hadn't thought too much about her outfit when she was dining with the other girls but now she was going to see Margaret...

Oh, forget that. Even Margaret would not be that petty in a case like this.

Roxanne hastily knocked on the door of Margaret's cabin and shivered when an unexpected breeze that was less than summerly caught her by surprise.

Good thing I'm not naked, she thought. She would hate to spend the whole summer dressed like Brooke.

Then the door to Margaret's cabin opened.

"What do you want?" asked Margaret, a sneer already on her face.

"The man they call the Night Stripper, he's here," said Roxanne. "We need to call the police."

"Don't be silly," said Margaret. "There are no police out here. I can call the sheriff but he'd never get here in time."

"Then what will we do?" asked Roxanne.

"Provide our own security, of course," said Margaret.

And with that, Margaret whipped out a huge revolver the size of a turkey leg.

"My God!" cried Roxanne.

"Don't use the Lord's name in vain, child," said Margaret.

"Sorry," said Roxanne. "But the thing is, we really need help right now so if you could bring your gun --"

"Oh, I'll bring my gun, all right," said Margaret. "But first I have to know -- how did this man get into the camp?"

"I don't know," said Roxanne. "I guess he just snuck in."

"Wrong answer," said Margaret. "If you're going to lie to me, there's no point in me trying to help you."

"Well, I don't know how he snuck in, and anyway, that's not important right now," said Roxanne. "Now please come with me. Quickly. Before the Night Stripper takes my friends' clothes."

"I'll decide what's important around here or not," said Margaret.

And with that, she aimed her gun at Roxanne's forehead. "Since you claim to want my help so badly yet insist on disrespecting me, there's only one thing you can do to set things right. Take off your clothes. Now. Or I'll give you much more to worry about than that freak you call the Night Stripper."