You should have never shown up for work today.
But, hey, it's New York, it's 1990, and the rent ain't cheap.
Now these weird little creatures are all running all over the Clamp Center, a high-rise office building that has been, until tonight, a pretty boring place to work.
The new kid, Peltzer, seems to know what the little monsters are. He calls them "gremlins" and says he's dealt with them before. You're following him, the creepy old scientist Catheter, and the head of security Forster. It seems Catheter's lab was working on chemicals that caused genetic mutations, and these gremlins got a hold of some vials of the stuff and drank them. Now they're running around with all kinds of genetic mutations.
Suddenly, one of the little monsters that's covered in vegetables sprouting out of its reptilian scales tosses a rotten head of cabbage at you. A second later, you feel gentle fingers delicately peeling a rotten leaf of it off of your shoulder.
"Mmmm! What a man!" a raspy but feminine voice says.
You turn around and your eyes widen with surprise as you see one of the monsters with overwhelmingly feminine characteristics.
She's about three feet tall and covered in lime- and lemon- colored scales. She has big hair a darker shade of green and as smooth as silk. She's wearing a tiny leopard print bralette and mini-skirt. Her reptilian violet eyes are surrounded by purple eyeshadow and long lashes covered in mascara applied like Shellac. Her lips are ridiculously plump and absolutely slathered with glossy red lipstick, a Cindy Crawford-esque beauty mark at the corner of her eager kissers. She's standing on the broken remnants of a glass vial with the zodiac symbols for male and female on the label.
She's making horny sounds and eagerly puckering her lips, kissing the air. You're too paralyzed with fear to move.
Suddenly, she's leaping through the air, getting a tight grip on you shoulders with her long, pointed talons, shiny with blood red nail polish. Her long, scaly legs and high-heeled shoes dig into your hips. Her face rapidly presses into yours, her plush lips planting wet, sticky kisses all over your chin, cheeks, and forehead.
Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah!
Your face is covered in sticky prints from her slutty lipstick. No matter how hard you try to pry her off, she just clings to you even harder and won't stop kissing you.
"Don't be afraid of how you feel!" she says. "Playing hard to get just makes me want you more!"
With Greta the Gremlin clinging tightly to you, you stumble out the door into the hallway, leaving the others behind.
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