192. That Looks Like it Stings
Amy is nothing if not polite. “Certainly, you give me a facial, then we can talk.”
Stacy grabs Amy's arm and drags her across the room with such speed and force that Amy literally flies through the air.
“Oh my God, I have the PERFECT face mask for you, I just got it! It's great for deep cleansing your pores.”
Soon Amy is sitting naked in a chair as Stacy hovers over her holding a strange purple bottle. Amy can't make out any of the writing on it, but she does note the very large skull and crossbones on the label. She gulps nervously.
“I used this just the other day and I've never felt cleaner! It just eats the junk right out of your skin and leaves you feeling super clean! Now, you have to leave it on for twenty minutes, so don't move once I'm done.”
She begins applying the green paste to Amy's face. At first nothing happens. Then Amy's face starts to tingle. Then it itches. The itch grows to a burning. Then it feels like Amy's face is on fire. She tries to scream, but by then its too late. The green paste has eaten through her face and is drilling through her skull to her brain, but she has, mercifully, already passed out from the pain.
Twenty minutes later, Shannon returns to find a headless Amy and a hole eaten through the back of the chair.
“Whoopsie!” says Stacy, “I guess they weren't kidding when they said not for use on humans! Oh well!”
Amy always knew facials would be the death of her.
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.