last round for the finals.

i'm now in 3rd place overall. should be in 2nd at least, but whatever. dock me points because the majority of my last script wasn't limited to a pawn shop but i don't care. you're just giving me a runway.

genre: open
location: a nursery
object: a wig

yippeekiyay, motherfuckers. either my legs catch fire in the final lap, or i burn up in space. either way, i'm going for the win.