My Mr. Amazing

He walks towards me with his long wooden shaft of power, commanding dominance among the room of unexpected victims. His voice angelic voice sprays out again "everybody lose your clothes, thats right! but naked Bi$*#s." Everyone seemed so uncomfortable but he could take me right now, no clothes, full lit on lane 6. That kind of stuff only happens in fairy tales, but a girl can dream right? haha, anyways we all took off our clothes Then he told us to lay on the floor. He walked between our very alive cloth bodies, relentlessly forcing everyone too comply even the seniors citizens group on isle 2, and the kids birthday party on isle 13. Those kids were all ready going through puberty, their was no reason to further punish them. I guess he dis-agreed. Him and his crew began to pick up all of the clothes and search them for valuables and cleaned out the cash registers and the safe. He piled up the clothes on in the middle of the bowling lanes and doused them with gasoline right before he said " all right MUTHA F*%$AS GET IN A LINE FROM YOUNGEST TO OLDEST SO I CAN PROFILE YOU BI*%$S AND CLAIM YOU ON MY TAX DEDUCTION" his crew laughed hysterically and then he said " CAN'T LET THE MAN GET ME ON TAX EVASION"