“And they say the creature’s still out there . . .” his face lit by flames that eerily mimicked a Roscolux #2002 gel, “. . . out there combing the beaches for promiscuous teenagers!”
It was time for the Buxom Virgin’s thesis statement, a variation of which she did in every one of these.
“Good thing I’m not promiscuous!”
From Go, Mutants, p. 132
Several teens in their late twenties were gathered around a beach bonfire, listening to a Prefab Teen Idol tell his spooky story, delivered with the sunny dysphonia he brought to every line.