It is a chilly, Halloween night; there is a small townhouse, with “Party In The U.S.A.” playing loudly. The camera cuts to a young woman in her comfy, loose hoodie and sweatpants in the living room making nachos.

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Mindy (singing and dancing): ‘Butterflies fly away... You know I’m gonna be okay’ Phew, I'm so glad my roommate left!

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Her cellphone starts ringing; it’s an unknown number. Mindy ignores it; the backdoor opens. Ghostface enters; Mindy screams in horror.

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Ghostface (clicks his tongue): Mindy, didn’t you ever learn any manners? You should’ve answered the phone.

 

Mindy (screams again and starts crying): What do you want from me?!

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Ghostface now fully enters the living room and walks towards Mindy, but he suddenly stops and is taken aback.

 

Ghostface (fanning the air near his mask): What is that smell???

 

Mindy (wiping tears): You mean the nachos?

 

Ghostface (angrily): MINDY!! Don’t lie to me!!

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Mindy (blushing): I may have tooted; you freaked me out, and I’m lactose intolerant.

 

Ghostface: MINDY!! Then why, nachos!!!

 

Mindy (incredulously): Are you serious right now?!

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Ghostface: Do I sound sarcastic? I mean now, not before.

 

Mindy: This is silly.

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A loud sound is heard.

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Ghostface (coughing): Dammit, Mindy. Again?!?

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Ghostface is coughing excessively; Mindy is no longer afraid.

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Mindy (pensively): Clearly, you’re someone who knows me, but not that well.

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Mindy starts eating her nachos.

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Ghostface (confused): This and that have nothing to do with… Why would you keep eating nachos?!

 

Mindy (ignoring Ghostface): All the girls from my sorority knew that I was lactose intolerant; so that rules them out.

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Ghostface (trying to distract her): MINDY!! I’m about to slice you… (starts coughing again)

 

Mindy (still deducing): You’re near my height, and you ignorantly think that women don’t have normal, biological responses, like passing gas.

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Ghostface (angrily): You think we’re the same height??!!

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Mindy claps her hands together, and Ghostface panics. Another loud sound is heard then a quiet one.

 

Mindy (shaking her head): OMG! I know who you are, you creepy weirdo!

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Ghostface has been coughing again and irritatingly takes off his mask.

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Ghostface (revealing his face): You know I would have gotten away with it, too…

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Mindy (interrupts his monologue): Richard, take a hint. I ghosted you after our date because you were a creep and now this!?!

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Richard: MINDY!! I am a catch; my mom says so!

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Mindy (astonished): I can’t believe this crap.

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Richard: I would have given you a second chance, but now you die!

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Richard in the Ghostface attire lunges towards Mindy; unbeknownst to Richard, Mindy has taken self-defense classes, and uses Krav Maga to remove the knife, break his arm, and then uses Judo to throw him on the ground, at which point a loud crack is heard.

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Mindy (without sweating): Hello, 9-1-1. Yes, I’m calling to report an attempted murder. Well a previous date that I ghosted tried to kill me, but -

 

Richard (in pain): Owwww! My ribs, my arm! You bitc-

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Mindy (happily): Yeah, but the idiot never tried to get to know me on our date, where I would’ve told him that I’ve won multiple MMA matches.

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911 Operator (proudly): You, go girl!

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Mindy (blushing): OMG! Thanks, sweetie.

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911 operator: Don’t worry dispatch is like four minutes away. Also, which gym do you go to?

 

Mindy: Personally, I recommend Judo the most, but if I’d have to –

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Richard screams and then at last faints from the pain.

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Mindy (cont’d): You know what, I think the creep is going to need an ambulance.

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BLACKOUT.

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