The spasm passed, and along with it the dissasociation Bridey often experienced when in front of large crowds which brought on these waking dreams of Marty and his shiny car. Listing slightly to the left from the punctured implant, Bridey stood erect on the stage, her remaining bosom heaving, proudly surveying the crowd. It was silent in the theater, the audience shocked to immobility by the grandness of what they'd just witnessed. Then as one they leaped to their feet, screaming, clapping and throwing garlands of wild flowers at the grand dames feet. Bridey picked one up, sightly sticky from from leaking fake boob juice, and held it aloft in triumph as the sounds of adulation broke around her. The Skank of Barkdog County was BACK.
