“Oh my god! This was so gross.” Someone covered his nose.

Paris was wearing a mini-red skirt today. Patches of yellow liquid tainted her long legs. And she still couldn’t stop her diarrhea as she cried her mascara off.

The director couldn’t stand it anymore, “Cut!” He shouted, “Stop the shooting! Someone! Get Miss Dunn back immediately! Call an ambulance!” Jason went forth and took Paris to leave the hall, covering his nose the whole time. Yet Paris still couldn’t stop farting and pooping on her way out.

Thea’s jaw nearly dropped. But she didn’t ask any questions. She went back to her dorm with other girls as the director...