You lumber through the doorway that Tiffany left through, and pursue her across a large dining room toward the kitchen.

As she runs, you notice that she's wearing a Rhoda Dakota t-shirt, and wearing a Rhoda Dakota bracelet and Rhoda Dakota shoes.

You follow her into the kitchen, which apparently her parents let her decorate, because there's a Rhoda Dakota stove, a Rhoda Dakota microwave, and a few bottles of Rhoda Dakota whiskey on the counter. Christ.

There's also, you notice a bit too late, a Rhoda Dakota sauce pan on the stove, full of boiling water. Tiffany grabs it and hurls its contents into your face, melting your eyes out of your head in a second.

"Ahhhh!!!" You fall to the floor, writhing in agony.

Then you hear the bass schwing of what is undoubtedly a Rhoda Dakota meat cleaver being pulled from a rack. A second later, Tiffany beheads you like a fucking turkey, and as your head rolls aside, the last thing you feel is your cheek passing over the engraved Rhoda Dakota logo on the stone floor tiles.


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