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Jennifer woke up, and she looked around. Unbeknownst to her, she had been dragged into Biff's Headquarters of the Pleasure Paradise. Gee, where am I? How did I get here? Then she saw Biff walking up towards her.
'All right, young lady?' snarled Biff, as he got into Jennifer's face.
'This has gotta be a dream,' gasped Jennifer.
Biff then slapped Jennifer in the face, and chuckled, 'Oh, yeah? You would like to believe that - wouldn't you, missy? Well, sorry to disappoint you, missy - but this is no dream!'
Tears then filled Jennifer's eyes, as she cried out, 'What the hell do you want?'
'I think you know the answer to that, missy,' Biff said, chuckling coldly. 'Don't play dumb with me. You're acting just like that good-for-nothing stepson of mine, Marty. He showed up a few hours ago, and he also dared to play dumb. He acted like he had no idea what happened to his father - and he acted so shocked that I was married to his mother. What a clever bastard he is!'
'What the hell did you do to Marty?' Jennifer demanded.
'I tried to shoot him,' explained Biff, 'because he knew too much. Then he suddenly dumped onto a flying DeLorean. Then whoever was in the DeLorean had knocked me out with a door. So I don't know where he is. If he comes around here again, though - I'll see to it that he gets shot.'
'You heartless bastard!' shrieked Jennifer.
Biff then punched Jennifer again, and he snarled, 'You will not speak to me in that manner, you lady! You will show some respect for me.'
'The hell I will respect you, Biff!' Jennifer seethed. 'Go to hell, bastard! Go fuck yourself, you fucking cunt!'
'Speak to me in that tone one more time, young lady,' Biff snarled, 'and I will send someone to shoot your daddy. If you dare run away from here one more time, your daddy will be shot. Now you will work for me, young lady.'
Jennifer then began to cry, as she said, 'Okay, then, Biff, I'm sorry! I will work for you.'
'I'm glad to hear that,' Biff said, smirking. 'Now, you stop snivelling - and you go put your bikini on.' Biff then threw a bag over to Jennifer.
Jennifer then wiped at her eyes, figuring that any further crying might just make things even worse for her. Then, to herself, she asked, 'What do I do here, anyway?'
'You are a stripper,' Biff said, bluntly. 'You know that, young lady! Now you stop playing dumb with me. If you refuse to work for me, your family will be evicted from your home - and your father will be shot.'
'How the hell can this be legal?' Jennifer snapped. 'I'm only 17 years old! I'm not an adult, yet!'
'Still playing dumb, I see!' Biff snorted. 'Hey, young lady, I own the police! I can alter laws to suit me! You know that! Now hurry up, change, and do your job! You know what happens if you don't.'
Jennifer was just about to comply and change, as a group of tough-looking girls about Jennifer's age had stormed into the room.
'All right, Biff!' snarled one of the girls. 'We gave you two weeks to divorce Lorraine! However, since you refuse.'
'Hey, hey, hey, missy!' snorted Biff. 'You are not in any position to order me around like that!'
'Ha!' snorted another one of the girls. 'That's what you think!'
'Of course that's...' Biff started to say. Then, to Jennifer's amazement, the girls had started to beat up Biff. Jennifer decided to join in, as this would be her chance to get revenge on that heartless bastard. Biff then fell into unconsciousness.
'All right, you bitches!' snarled a tough looking man, as he and two other men entered the room. The girl who seemed to be in charge had then sprayed chili pepper into the eyes of the men. Then all of the girls, including Jennifer, had jumped onto the men - and the girls began to beat the men up.
As soon as all four of the men were unconscious, two of the girls then grabbed some rope from their bags. They then tied up Biff and his gang members, until the men were completely restrained.
'So, who are you?' the girl in charge had asked Jennifer.
'My name is Jennifer Parker,' Jennifer replied. 'Biff was threatening to shoot my father, if I refused to work for him. He wanted me to be a stripper.'
'Oh, no!' gasped one of the girls. 'What a heartless bastard he is! Well, quick, everyone - let's get out of this building. The sight of this building makes me want to throw up. Biff doesn't deserve any respect, just because he's rich and powerful.'
''Yeah, I can think of a lot of things that I would like to do to Biff,' snarled another one of the girls. 'I feel so bad for Lorraine. I bet it was Biff himself who killed George McFly. Heck, I wouldn't put anything past that bastard.'
'Hey, Jennifer, would you like some strawberry wine?' asked one of the girls. 'I'm telling you, this is very good stuff.'
'Sure, I'll have some wine,' Jennifer replied. Jennifer wasn't usually one to drink, but she figured that she really had nobody else to turn to. For some strange reason, Jennifer figured that, if she drank enough, she might eventually wake up in her own bed - and realize that the whole thing was just a dream.
Jennifer then began to remember what happened earlier that day, when the police had found her in an alley. They brought her to this strange house, where she saw a wedding picture of her and Marty getting married in the Chapel o' Love. Then this girl kept calling, 'Mom? Mom? Is that you?'
Then, later on, she saw an older version of her mother telling this girl about how Jennifer got in to this car accident with a Rolls Royce. Apparently, Marty ended up breaking his hand, the driver of the Rolls Royce had ended up pressing charges, and Marty's life had gone 'down the tubes'. Apparently, all of this was because of how Marty would over-react to being called a 'chicken'. Dream or no dream, she knew that she had to tell Marty about what happened.
She was also amazed by how much her future son had resembled Marty, except that his hair was unkempt - and how much her future daughter looked like a female version of Marty. Then it appeared that Marty still worked with his rival, Douglas Needles, in the future. Marty had illegally let Needles scan his card, which resulted in Marty getting fired.
Jennifer then remembered the fax paper that she had found in the closet. She pulled it out of her pants pocket, and looked at it. Instead of having the words 'You're fired' on it, the paper was blank. Jennifer was then very confused.
'Hey, Jennifer,' asked one of the girls, 'how about some LSD.'
'Yeah, sure, I guess,' replied Jennifer. After all, Jennifer was so confused by how she ended up in this strange world, she no longer really cared what happened to her.