Colin synced himself to the rhythm of the bimbo cooks, sensually swaying his padded hips and letting his flabby ass cheeks smack against eachother as the rubber boobs bobbed with his movements.
"Okay gurls! Cookin' time!" a chubby brunette bimbo said.
"Like, let's go!" the bimbo cooks said as Colin joined in.
'Time to really sell it...' Colin thought.
"Cookin' chicken up's mighty fine, time to get it ready in a line!" Colin chanted alongside the others.
"First your take the meat, juicy and sweet!" a bimbo said as she pulled out a pan of raw chicken wings.
"Then we dredge 'er in the egg! Come on, faster Meg!" a bimbo sing-comanned her coworker.
"Next we roll'em in the mix fulla flour, 'cause this batter's spice has some power!" Colin sung as he clumsily but surely breaded the meat and passed it on.
"Gurls, these beats are fire! Now let's pop these suckas in the fryer!" the head chef bimbo said as she sunk the wings into the oil vat.
And so the group's tune went:
"Chicken! Dredge! Flour! Fryer! Chicken! Dredge! Flour! Fryer! Chicken! Dredge! Flour! FRYAH!"
"Okay, Double time! Chicken! Chicken!" The brunette ordered as she pointed at thin air and watched the van speed away.
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Colin hit the ground facefirst before hurling those goddamn heels into a nearby lake.
"Ugh, I can't believe I did that!" He groaned as he tried to remove his disguises' fake fingernails. He tried three times to pull them off before going to the back of the van and opening it up, greeted by a bunch of tied up girls in grey blouses.
"Oh my god! Are you guys alright?" he asked.
He made the mistake of untying one of them, as she pounced the guy and beat him in the head with a rock lying on the ground. She hit harder and harder, the blood splatters getting bigger and bigger, not realizing that this "bimbo" had a penis until after he was dead.
Game Over: That costume you whipped up sure was convincing.