You're just about to go back to playing around with your body parts using these new abilities of yours, when your sisters mention of a date sparks your memory, reminding you that you had a date of your own planned with your girlfriend Monica. A quick glance at the clock shows that it's nearly five thirty already, and your date is at six. "Shit! I'm late!" you exclaim, reattaching your head and jumping up, digging frantically through your closet and dresser drawers for something to wear, only to find that most of your stuff is either dirty, wrinkled, or both. "I really should clean in here more often." you think to yourself. After a couple of minutes however, you come across a somewhat acceptable outfit, consisting of a blue button down shirt, brown slacks, and a pair of brown loafers. As quickly as you can you get dressed, slap on some deodorant, and comb your hair into a reasonable facsimile of neatness, then grab your car keys and wallet and rush out the door, driving like a maniac to reach your girlfriends house on time.
Somehow, you mange to make it to Monica's house without being stopped by the cops or dying in a fiery crash, even managing to arrive a few minutes early. Mopping away the sweat that has accumulated on your forehead due to the several near misses you had had with other vehicles and pedestrians along the way, you exit your car and walk up the short driveway to the front door of your girlfriends parents place. Ringing the doorbell, you wait impatiently for a moment for someone to come and let you in. Nobody answers for a minute or so, and you're just about to try again when the door opens, revealing___________________?
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