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**PREVIOUSLY ON THIS DUMBASS IS KIDNAPPED**
What a surprise! More people! Less space! Those newly introduced victims are Gene Simmons, Mick Mars, and a cameraman to make it better (or worse)! Not only that, the Capturer disguised his van as a food truck to cover up his schemes and added lots of things into the basement to add in more dose of claustrophobia! To fill one more space in, the Capturer just kidnapped our only hope, Paul Stanley. If everyone thinks the space they have now is small, they have no idea what's about to be in the basement, which they will find out themselves...
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Mick: *aggressively snoring*
Tommy: I swear! I don't feel safe with this whiny bitch! He has anger issues!
Slash: What time is it?
Duff: I don't even know.
Cameraman: This is the best party ever! I like the scary theme in it.
Gene: *facepalm*
Tommy: That's how I feel with people like you.
Gene: Shut up! You are so damn annoying! I hate everyone here!
Tommy: Then just throw yourself into the invisible electrical wall if we're sooo insufferable!
Gene: Hey! Now don't try to play the smart guy with me! I just need MY personal space away from you filth! *distances himself to the corner of the basement*
Tommy: *eyeroll* Saying this when you're filth yourself living in exactly what you are...
Cameraman: Wow! This party is about to get crazy! *starts dancing*
Tommy: You're actually stupid. I'm really tempted to kill you now.
Cameraman: Oh! Is that a threat I hear? I'm gonna call the police on you!
Tommy: Bruh, really?
Tommy: You know what guys? You know what we should really worry about? Mick! He's sleeping with a knife for God's sake! We aren't safe here! He's insane that crazy hag! Well, too bad he's pregnant.
Slash: Pregnant? What do you mean?
Tommy: I mean, like, look how fat he is.
Slash: Oh my god.
Tommy: No seriously! I don't feel safe with Mick! I feel like he'll kill us at any moment, so everyone stay away!
*everyone backs away from Mick slowly*