Madison slithers out, and she just well....

You know what, fuck it! If I had known the only people vying for this thing would be trash bag rapists and people that smell like used tampons left in a hot car I never would have even bothered to pin that stupid clown that thinks he's space jesus or some shit.

Literally every person I have come across since I won this has barely qualified as a human being. And I mean that literally. If you sequenced their genetic code they would come out as some sort of cross between neanderthal and dog that chomps its own shit piles like it's all you can eat at Old Country.

Madison starts dialing on her phone.

Yeah, Giovanni? I need a skin peel, STAT. Jesus, its like I can feel them in my Goddamn PORES.

Madison kicks the title over to Muddy.

Here. Enjoy the rest of your days of basement dwelling mediocrity. Do us all a favor and forget the sun exists.

Yes, she has vacated the title. Muddy wins.

OOC: No disrespect Muddy, you're hilarious. I just want to move on. You probably would have won anyway, and I just don't have it in me to back and forth again and again.