Larice is sitting at her desk, trying to get homework done while her roommate Suzuki plays the violin. She's excellent, and it's a lovely song, but its sharp high notes clearly rankle Larice. She rubs her forehead and prays for a broken string or five. Suzuki finishes and looks perplexed. "How was that?" she asks. "It was perfect," Larice says in monotone. "Every note was flawless." Suzuki scowls. "It was flat," she snaps. "I can do better." Every single vein in Larice's body pops out of her skin. "You have played the same song five times in a row, and the song is forty-seven minutes long," she says through gritted teeth. She wants Suzuki to stop, but Suzuki shrugs that this is her homework, and starts playing again. Larice shoots her a stink-eye straight from the Bog of Eternal Stench.
Bollywood music plays inside the Poochy Party Palace. The room has red walls, a red paper lantern, some floor pillows, lava lamps, and bean-bag chairs. It's a meditation room done up K-Mart style. "This place is the best," Shaggy says adoringly. Rachel leans back in her chair. "I could live in here," she says in ecstasy. "It's so soothing, like all pressure melts away when I'm in here." Shaggy decides that he agrees with her, because that's usually an on-ramp to the sweaty, groping Highway to Booty. "Uh, me too," he says, sitting down next to Rachel and eyeing her hungrily. "It's like nobody wants anything from me," Rachel continues. Shaggy's pants wilt. His eyes dart around uncomfortably. "Exactly," he says without conviction. "I don't want anything." But he's still gazing at her like she's a corn dog. She heaves her pushed-up boobs. Shaggy excitedly talks about how great their party is going to be, but a knock at the door interrupts their rapture.
It's Larice, arriving to inquire about the spare bedroom. Rachel, her eyes wide, is struck dumb. Shaggy hurriedly closes the door so Larice can't see the den of red sin they've created, while Rachel lies that the room's been filled. "It's off the market," Shaggy fibs. Larice looks despondent.













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