The sound of the doorbell interupts the intimate lovemaking between Bette and Jode. Bette grudingly removes her fist from her lovers moist poonani and grabs her silk robe on the way to the door. Outside Jenny is still talking to her imaginary power animal, Ilene the cow. "10 bucks she’s up to the elbow in Mumbles snapper again…" Ilene says jokingly. "You might be right, somthing smells fishy here… she never takes this long to answere the door…" Jenny says with a good hint of curiousity in her voice. "Damn straight sister… and you know what… I also bet my four teats that she has Mumbles tied up to the bed posts again too… sick fuck…" Ilene quips. Not a second later the front door finally opens and Bette says bluntly "Yo Jenny, really bad timing sista… ya feel me?". Jenny just stares at Bette, whos robe doesn’t manage to hide the large clown shoes she is wearing nor does the clown make-up on her face help to conceal her strange intimate activities. Bette being a little impatient blurts "Ya deaf now to, byatch? Beat it before I get my niggers and fuck you up!". Jenny is unfazed. She tilts her head slightly before she yells "SICK FUCK!" and punches Bette straight in the face. Bette tumbles back trying not to fall over but ultimately crashes into her couch table, shattering it into little pieces. "LET’s FUCK SHIT UP!" screams Ilene while signaling Jenny to get inside the house.

On the other side of the road a figure clad in a black cowl, weilding a large scythe, extends it’s hands to help Kit peel herself from the asphalt. "Thanx, I must have stumbled…" Kit says with a weary voice. "No shit sister!" a familar voice says dryly. "Dana…?" Kit starts too look closer at the person who just had helped her up. "Dana is dead stupid… I am the GRIM REAPER! HAR HAR HAR" Dana the reaper says trying to sound dangerous but starts coughing after the last HAR. Kit just stares at Dana the reaper bewildered without saying a word. "Oh hell… yes it’s me, but I got a new job now, ok?" Dana says a little annoyed before she mutters "frecking drunks…" to herself. "Am… am I dead?!?" Kit blurts after a moment of hard thinking. Dana just rolls her eyes and points at Jenny’s car with her scythe before she states sarcasticly "Well, the smashed corpse on the hood of that 72 nova wears some of your tarty rags, but I leave the guesswork to you darlin…". Kits brain just then realizes the horrific view and she starts crying unctrolably and wails "Why me? Why now?". Dana moans, annoyed by the unneccesary drama and grabs Kit by the hair, draging her into a white light that appeared out of nowhere. "Ain’t got time for this drama shit! I got a tight shedule… so move your fat black ass…"