"SO COME ON DOWN TO THE MYSTERY SHACK AND BUY YOURSELF YOUR VERY OWN "MYSTER SHACK" BRAND INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH RAT TRAP! STRONG ENOUGH TO BREAK A CHIUAUA'S NECK AND GURANTEED TO WORK OR YOUR MONEY BACK!" Stan was ecstatic to be advertising his new product on local television. He was sure this was finally the thing he needed to pay off his fines with enough left over for a trip to Thailand a week in the warm embrace of ten year old prostitutes as he delved back into his cocaine habbit. "SHOW EM' THE GOODS WENDY!" He shouted at the camera. The non-union cameraman quickly turned to Stan's favorite eye candy who was clad in a tight, scarlet dress. Wendy was laying on the floor with an assortment of mouse traps in front of her. The very same model she'd used to humiliate Stan's nephew only 2 hours before.