In front of Sandy's front door are Merv and Buddy from Christy's.

    "Hey, guys.  What's happenin'?"

    "Just waitin' in line," says Merv.

    "Oh."

    Buddy looks down at your hand stuck in your ass.

    "Hey, Brad, is your hand lodged up you ass or what?" he asks.

    "Yeah," you inform him, "I was scrounging for something crusty to go with this chunk of tofu I found in the cat food bowl, and then my hand just got stuck."

    "I hate when that happens," chimes in Merv.

    "Brad," says Buddy.  "You go ahead in."

    "Yeah," says Merv sympathetically.  "You go ahead."

    You step ahead of them and then walk in the front door of Sandy's house.

    You pass Milton who has a satisfied smile on his face, and head into Sandy's bedroom.

    "Brad," says Sandy, lying on her bed.  "I thought you'd never get here."

    You've never seen Sandy looking so appealing as she does there, lying spreag eagle on her satin sheets.

    Suddenly filled with a powerful desire, you bound toward the bed.

    Diving on top of Sandy, you completely forget about your stuck hand.  Consequently you land badly -- your face slamming into Sandy's stomach, causing her to hork all over the place.

    With the slippery puke now all over the bed, you slip right off of Sandy, and fall backwards off the bed.  You land on your head, and are knocked unconscious.

    Sandy pushes you under her bed, and wipes away most of the puke.

    "Next!" she shouts.

    Merv walks in the front door.