"Dressing her up would probably end up costing me more than just buying one already made. In fact, I'm thinking I could rig a CO2 canister to the box, so when he opens it, it would inflate." Michael was warming up to the idea more and more all the time. If he could pull it off, he'd be a hero... well, a hero to a bunch of drunken assholes, but they were drunken assholes who he lived with, so being a hero would be alright.<br/><br/>He knelt and began examining the selection closely, and hmmed. "I see blonds, but I don't see any cheerleaders. That surprises me given Debbie Does Dallas and all of the fantasies guys have about chee... Oh! There it is. There's a blank spot with a tag that says Spunky Cheerleader... well, isn't that evocative. Think there might be one in the back?"