Another crazy day in Spooky High. Nonsensical classes, non-existent professors, high school students in their twenties, orgies in the backyard — nothing out of the ordinary. Just before you could get a chance for some alone time on a surprisingly pristine toilet after half of your class exploded, the door to the next stall opened with a slam.

Ooh, I can't take it any-- Just before I could finish what I was trying to say in a very dramatic way, I started vomiting. Violently. With no breaks and no signs of stopping. Finally, around half an hour later, the sounds stop abruptly, and the door to your stall flies open. Before you stood Polly Geist, the lovable omnisexual sex maniac and the sole reason the drug cartel is still in business. Hey, boo, you liked my performance? I was cosplaying as some guy from the club. Too bad I can't actually puke anything, otherwise my acting would be just perfect!