"Should we cut her off?," Brick asked. Bubbles collased to the floor and sobbed, "Please don't cut me!" Brick clapped his hand to his face and said, "Butch, we have a problem." "What now, Drama King?," Butch groaned. Brick hesitated and then complained, "She might throw up on my shoes." "Ewwww! Why on earth would I puke willingly?" She asked, confused. Boomer zoomed in with black lipstick marks all over his face and neck. Everyone started bursting with laughter except for Boomer who looked extremely disturbed. "The worst part is," Bubbles giggled, "that's probably not the only places the kissy marks are!" That caused more eruptions of laughter from everyone but Boomer who took his place in the circle still seeming out of it. Butch looked at him, falsely sympathetic and choked out behind his muffled snickers, "He butt- fucked ya didn't he?" "That's not the thing that's got him in a funk. Its the fact that he liked it." Bubbles said seriously. They all gaped at her and she explained, "Okay there are six of us and one in every six person is gay or bisexual. So I guess its Boomer, unless Buttercup has something to confess..." "NO!" Buttercup yelled, insulted. "Well then, Boomer, I guess this is your coming out party! MORE BOOZE PLEASE!" Bubbles demanded. Brick handed her his almost full bottle of whiskey and she downed the whole thing. She tossed the bottle and complained, "Well that didn't taste good at all!" Butch choked on his vodka and asked in awe, "Did she just chug the whole bottle?!" "Yup." Brick said. "My kinda girl," Butch compliminted slinging his arm around her. Boomer's mind was still spinning when he said, "But I think Bubble's is attractive..." "Nobody's that gay." Buttercup pointed out. "She's right!" Butch and Brick agreed. "Blossom its your turn." Buttercup said. Blossom spun and it landed on Brick. "Truth or dare?" she asked him. "Truth." he answered knowing she would be holding a grudge against him for blabbing about the threesome. "Is it true that you used to jack off to a picture of Bubbles when you were twelve?," She questioned. Bubbles raised an eyebrow at him and he whispered, "Yeah." "Awkward!" Bubbles coughed. "Not as awkward as this is gonna make it." Butch laughed. "When Brick was fourteen he used to follow Bubbles to gym class and take pictures of her in the locker rooms." Bubbles scooted away from Brick and said, "That is really creepy. I'm not gonna lie, I've had some pretty wierd stalkers, but I did not excpect anything of the sort from you Brick. I think I'm dissapointed with you." Brick looked disgusted with himself as he mumbled, ''It was a long time ago. I was young and stupid." "So explain why you were peeping on Bubbles changing last week." Boomer requested. Brick said nothing. "Shame, shame, shame-" Bubbles chastised Brick before cutting off and singing, "I don't want to go to my bedroom no more, more, more. There's one pervert at the door, door, door. He'll pull out his camera, take a nude pictua, I don't want to go to my bedroom no more, more, more. SHAME, ON YOU PHOTO FUCKA!"