Elsewhere, the set was decorated as a small mall's food court. Vicky, Tanya and Chell sat around a table, picking at fries and McSalads. In front of them stood Danni, who looked a little bemused as to why she was there.

Um... guys? What's going on?

Vicky turned with a smirk. Danni Monetti, you have been summoned before the food court for your crimes against style!

What? But... I love this outfit! What's wrong with it?

Tanya snorted. Pink? Like, really?

Totally grody style failure. Agreed Vicky.

To the max! Chell flipped back a strand of hair.

Um... Danni looked around her, more confused than ever. ... why're you talking like that? It's not the eighties anymore, guys...

Vicki shrugged lazily. It's forever the eighties in our hearts.

An' you're nobody to be dishing out fashion advice, either. Tanya rolled her eyes.

Which brings us back to our first point! Vicki pointed an accusing finger at Danni. That totally heinous outfit!

Chell coughed nervously. Wait... was heinous good or bad?

How should I know? I can barely remember that decade... Vicki shot an accusing look at her underling, then continued. Irregardless! That outfit totally blows, and it's the opinion of this food court that it's just got to go!

Danni winced. How do you mean?

The three girls shared a long, evil glance, then turned back to face Danni.

Your outfit sucks. Intoned Chell.

We find you, like, totally guilty of crimes against fashion. Tanya added.
Justice... is served. Vicki gave a cruel smile as she extended a hand, thumb down.

From above Danni came a deep, heavy glooping noise. Foolishly, she looked up to see where the sound was coming from, just in time to catch the thick cascade of yellow sludge full in the face. It made it's way cloyingly around her face, almost instantly working it's way into her hair, trailing down the back of her shirt, ruining both it and her shorts as it made it's way down her legs. Danni stood aghast, her knees almost touching, her arms splayed as she squirmed under the flow, globs and strings of the warm gunk dripping from her limbs.

Ewewewewewewewewewwwwwww! Nacho cheese?

They were having a special at Taco Barn.

This is totally unfair! I should no way be being judged on my fashion sense by three girls who look like they got dressed by running blindly through Hot Topic!

Girls, I don't think that she's showing the court the proper respect, what do you think?

Nu-uh, she's totally in contempt. Tanya chuckled.

And I really don't think that yellow is helping that pink shirt at all...

All three girls held down their thumbs once more.

Oh noooooooooo...

Danni moaned as the glooping sound began again, this time managing to hunch her shoulders as the wave of green coursed over her, it's consistency thick and runny by turns. It mixed with the yellow of the nacho cheese to form a mottled pattern, clumps and rivulets of the two crisscrossing her torso, filling her cleavage as their combined weight attempted to pull her now utterly trashed pink babydoll down her chest. Wiping her eyes clear with a defeated sigh, Danni licked her lips slowly.

... Guacamole?

Taco barn again. They had the same offer on sour cream if you want to go for thirdsies...

Danni slumped forwards, biting her lip cutely. I want to plead the fifth...