The bright studio lights glared off the polished floor as the digital clock above the podium ticked down rapidly. She bit her lip and stared at the host, her heart racing while only two of the five required answers had been given. Beads of nervous sweat formed on her forehead as the final seconds slipped away.

The buzzer blared a sharp, final tone as the clock hit zero. A massive hatch above the podium swung open with a sudden mechanical clatter. A thick, neon-green deluge poured downward, instantly drenching her from head to toe in heavy, viscous slime. But the show wasn't over yet: Laura had experienced the "nude" and the "goo'd" parts of the title, but there was still the "rude" yet to come...