GPF: Michief's Night Out

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<<FWOOSH>> [Fooker now finds himself sprawled on his back in a large bed, shirtless and covered in red, silky sheets. Behind him, the nightstand and dresser are covered with lit candles.]
Fooker: [Still gasping] Wheeze wheeze... wheeze... cough

Fooker: [Rolling over and putting his hand to his head] Okay, Jason... Catch your breath... Lungs... No longer burning...

Fooker: This "Misty" chick... can't be real. Must be in some wacky dream. Good thing I'm back home in my... [Fooker's eyes grow wider and wider] B... B... B... B...

[We switch views. Mischief stands in the doorway, wearing a plunging black nightgown and a seductive smile.]
Mischief: And now... now things get really interesting...

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