There is a violent thunderstorm, with lightning and chaotic events throughout the neighbourhood. The storm clears, the process of creation completes, and the closet door bulges and explodes. Dressed in only a relatively small white bra and panties, Lisa slowly steps forward, out of the pink and burgundy mist which fills the closet. When she finally speaks, her tone is audacious and seductive.

"So. What would you little maniacs like to do first?"