As you head for the gazebo, rain begins to pour down, soaking you both. You run into the gazebo. The countess, her hair plastered to her face, lights a fire and puts on a Barry White record. "I'll just slip out of these wet clothes," she says. However, as she begins to unfasten her dress, smoke and sparks start belching from her mouth. She's really a robot! Her model number is Countess 3.1! DAMN!!!

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