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"Hey, you recognized me." That's it, keep stalling!
"You recognized me," you say with a too-wide smile. "You're the ten-thousandth fan to do so -- you know what that means?""It means you're going back to your cell," Françoise Perrot, co-star of Women's Prison Massacre, says grimly. She brandishes her truncheon.
"It means you win a prize!"
"Oh?" she asks, advancing towards you and smacking the truncheon into her palm.
"Can you guess where it is?"
Her mouth twitches into a grimace and her eyes involuntarily flicker towards your crotch. The moment you've been waiting for! You dodge past her towards the Women's Prison Ward. She slams the truncheon into your solar plexus and you fall to the ground, gasping.
"*Wheeze* Is that ... the best ... you can do?"
"*Wheeze* You kiss ... your mother ... with that mouth?"