As Brittany bounced around in the back of the smelly Mystery Machine she collided with the loose items and dog feces floating around in the van.   When a tire iron suddenly went airborne she instinctively threw her hands up to protect her face.  The monster flea outside released a roar that rattled the windows and scared the shit out of Brittany.  With teary eyes she desperately clutched the tire iron, it was the only weapon she could claim.  The grim and surreal situation came slamming into focus for her, she now realized that she may not live to see the prom and the tears began to stream down her face.  As that horrifing reality solidified in her mind, she began to develop a hatred towards the fleas and felt a need to exact some revenge and a whole lotta hurt on the insect bastards.<br/><br/>"Fuck the mall, I want a shotgun.  Take me to the Pawn shop!" the cheerleader sternly said to the Colonel and Redneck.