And repeat after me:
I (state your name) do solemnly swear,
That if I ever see Ann in this outfit,
I will retrieve the silver bullet she carries in her purse in case of such an emergency;
and shoot her with it because she clearly deserves to be be out of her (and our) misery.
Thank you my friends, I know I can depend on you if my brain accidentally squirts out my ear and I mortify myself by donning this get-up. I suppose that we should be thrilled she remembered to wear panties.