There is a chick who looks like Tank Girl (platinum blonde hair, half shaved head, all that good stuff) in my bathtub. She starts to shave her legs with a pink razor, but then it turns gray and starts moving around on its own accord. The razor is going crazy and starts shaving off strips of her skin. She screams a lot before she covers her teary, bloodshot eyes and starts whimpering with pain. The razor doesn't stop until all the skin is torn from her legs. So chick's legs are all red and raw, and the strips of her skin are laying in the bloody bathwater. I come in and start freaking out and ask her if she wants my help. She nods; so I start pulling the strips of flesh out of the bathtub and toss them on the floor. Finally, when I get all the skin out of the water, the water instantly clears up, and her legs are fine. Then, my friend, Matt, starts knocking on the door and he says "Lisa, what are you doing in there?" in a tone similar to that of a teacher getting ready to scold a student. Tank-Girl-Lady says that if I give her a kiss goodbye, she'll go away. So, I kiss her on the forehead and it makes this glyph-like tattoo. Then, she kind of just fades away. After that, Matt comes in and says, "Get out here!" He grabs my hand and pulls me to this football field. Some cheerleader walks up, kicks me in the face, and knocks me out cold.

The End.