Chanel woke up and the first thing she noticed was that her eye pad was missing. But maybe one of the Chanels had taken it or at least seen it. She strolled out of her room, the top suite of the sorority house obviously, and journeyed down the parlor room where her minions would be waiting.
"Good morning slits," she said with hauteur, her voice like a breath of perfume, compelling attention.
What greeted her weren't her sisters. But pokemon. But they behaved and spoke like her sisters. They all started upon her entrance, voices upon voices each clamouring for her attention.
"What in fresh hell is this?!" she screamed at them, and immediately the entire house went dead silent.
"Chanel, you need to look in the mirror," Chanel #3 murmured fearfully.
And so she did, wondering what was going. When she did, however, she let out another scream. What the freaking hell was going on? Why did she look like a pokemon? Why was she a ghost pokemon wearing a pikachu bag-thing over her head?
"Chanel, we're gonna go home. For now. Until this weirdness goes away."
"What?! What about me? You can't just leave me here alone!"
But they ignored her, her minions. Those traitors! Those idiot hookers! Those brainless slutty coffee donkeys! How dare they!
Chanel screamed again, the third time that morning.