A Fractured Fairy Tale In Seven Lines
Once Upon A Time, there were three little girls who went to the police academy.
And every day, they performed a variety of very dangerous jobs, such as “crossing guard” and “typing DD-5s.”
Until one day, they each got fed up and answered a blind ad for an all-girl super-secret spy detective agency.
And because of that, they left their legitimate if slightly boring at-least-to-that-point positions with the municipal police department and entered the world of “when faced with a gun, just show us your tits.”
And because of that, they did pretty well, being quite attractive, until time took its fateful toll and nobody really wanted to see their tits anymore. Oh, and the ratings kinda went saggy too.
Until finally, they were forced to find new jobs in a field more suited to their remaining abilities.
And so now, they work for me. My name is Charlie. I’m The World’s Greatest Director of Bad Plastic Surgery and B-Grade Movies For Aging 70s Poster Divas. You Too Can Be A Star!
The End.