While Striper is showing off his cool shirt, Sandra is working at the strip club. Not to make money, they have plenty. No, it's in a deliberate effort to attract the sort of lowlife who stalks a stripper and follows her into an alley.

Of course this sort of baiting isn't safe and Striper is there to back her up but the result, when they engineer it right, is a stalker getting his wish. He gets to spend the night with his dick inside the pretty skunkette. He just didn't expect his whole body would be in there with it. I'd say 'lesson learned' but it's hard to gain much insight from a trip through a digestive tract. Yet as with Fastpaw and kender, every time they turn one of these lowlifes into skunkette fat and poop the world becomes just a little bit better.

So there you go. Even vorarephile serial killers can improve the world, one stalker at a time.