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A right. Another right. A left. Am I doing this right? Where am I? Oh, okay, here we go. I see a gate. The gate has a plastic mask on it. The mask is above a buzzer. I buzz it. The gate opens. What am I doing here? Sigh. I put on my own mask and go in. The back patio is swarming with people, each of them dressed in the same cocktail outfit and mask that I am. This is...odd. I'm not exactly sure what's going on. Suddenly Scott and Jane come up. They're both wearing masks too, and Scott has on a nametag that says "Foot Fetishist" while Jane's nametag says "Abused as a Child." "Hey," they excitedly say to me. "Glad you could make it." "Oh, you guys made it to the party too, huh?" "Oh yeah. What, like we have anything better to do on a Friday summer night?" "True. Is Jason around?" "Yeah. He's over there, hitting on this girl no one knows." And sure enough, he is. "Figures." "Huh. Have you gotten a nametag yet?" "No, I haven't. Where do I get one?" That person over there, the one giving out Evil Shots." "Evil Shots?" "You'll see. Talk to you later." What the hell am I doing here?
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