Wendy closed her eyes, praying her last gambit would save her life. She felt her would be killer's hand grip her dress and pull her face close to his. Dipper voice was raspy from screaming as he spoke to her.
"This...had....better....be...FUCKING EPIC!"

She didn't know where the urge came from. She didn't know how she mustered up one last ounce of desperate bravery, but one single though came to the young woman's mind in the face of certain death. It was like the very spirit of 4chan itself spoke to her through some unseen, mystical channel. It spoke and it said "TROLL HARD, OR GO HOME"
As her would be killer unzipped his pants, she reached behind her. She had one of the mousetraps stuck into the lining of her silken, victoria's secret panties. She had planned to pull the same prank on Stan later that evening, but now plans had changed.