After seeing the recent episode with the Germans and Jeff proving a point with a figure skater's outfit, I figure (hah!) this strip monopoly wouldn't be so farfetched. (Also, I've never played Monopoly before so apologies for any mistakes in game rules.)
Do Not Pass Go (part 1 of 2)
On a warm April afternoon, a point was getting ready to be made with a board game, six participants, and nerves of steel. Not since Jeff's figure skater's ensemble have the stakes ever been so high. Even so, Britta's main supporter was having second thoughts.
"Look we all agreed we would do this, Shirley, but if you want to back out-"
"I'm backing out."
"You can't back out!" Britta shouted as she rushed over to Shirley's side, "A woman's body is a beautiful-"
"No, Mm mmm," she emphasized with a shake of her head, "You know I'd do anything to help you, Britta, but I draw the line at taking off my clothes in front of you guys. Again."
"She could be the impartial judge, right?" Troy asked while eying the little silver-colored race car.
"Monopoly doesn't have judges, idiot," Jeff said as he stole a glance at his phone.
"Hey, no cheating," Britta snapped as she grabbed for his phone.
"Just looking up the rules," he replied in a bored tone.
"The rules come with the game. Afraid you're gonna get proven wrong?" Britta smirked while waving the folded piece of paper around.
"I think the man with the mustache is staring at me," Annie said as she leaned in to look at Mr. Monopoly's smiling face on the box.
"I think you'd had enough Fuzzy Navels, Annie," Jeff said as he grabbed her half-full Super Big Gulp cup. She quickly slid it over to Shirley who passed it across to Troy who popped the lid and took a drink.
"This doesn't taste fuzzy at all," Troy said, puckering his lips at the sweetness.
"Let's just start," Britta grabbed the little boot piece and assigned Shirley to be the banker. The board was laid out, the Chance and Community Chest cards were set, and the die were rolled. After half an hour, Abed held most of the property and his clothes (save one shoe). Troy was naked from the waist up. Britta was the same except she also had her bra on, Annie opted to remove her skirt and shoes (making sure no one looked under the table shielding her lower half), and Jeff suffered the worst: down to his burgundy boxer briefs.
"I believe you landed on one of my hotels, Jeff," Annie said with a business owners smugness. "And you don't seem to have anything left to sell sooo... take 'em off, hotshot!"
"Do I really have to?" He turned to the only source of sanity left in the game.
"Now Jeffrey, what kind of banker would I be if I let you default of your payments?" Shirley asked with over-emphasized sweetness, "Besides, it's not like it's anything we all haven't seen before. Remember when you tried to prove a point with pool?"
A mixture of groans and excited whoops came from the players, three of which managed to collectively polish off over a liter of alcoholic Gulpy goodness. Either Jeff admitted Britta was right or he followed through with the rules of strip monopoly. The choice was clear. Annie led the chant as Jeff stood up and hooked his thumbs in his underwear.
"Take them off! Take them off!"
"What the Dean?!"
"Aha! Caught you!" Pierce said as he followed a surprised Dean Pelton into the study room. "What did I tell you? Naked hippie demonstrations and they didn't even invite me!"
"Well first of all," the Dean took out his camera, snapped a shot of Jeff, and put his latest photo addition into his pocket, "Okay. Second, why are there Greendale students half-naked on school property with," he wrinkled his nose to take a whiff, "Peach schnapps?"
"Annie needed some liquid courage," Britta said a bit mulishly while buttoning up her shirt with the quick expertise of a thirty year old, liberated woman of the post-90s grunge movement.
"We probably should've done this at our apartment," Abed said as various students started milling around the entrance.
"I see Paris, I see France," Leonard cackled.
The newspaper club would have themselves a cover issue forever immortalizing Britta's proven point... if only the group could remember what it was.
Do Not Pass Go (part 1 of 2)
On a warm April afternoon, a point was getting ready to be made with a board game, six participants, and nerves of steel. Not since Jeff's figure skater's ensemble have the stakes ever been so high. Even so, Britta's main supporter was having second thoughts.
"Look we all agreed we would do this, Shirley, but if you want to back out-"
"I'm backing out."
"You can't back out!" Britta shouted as she rushed over to Shirley's side, "A woman's body is a beautiful-"
"No, Mm mmm," she emphasized with a shake of her head, "You know I'd do anything to help you, Britta, but I draw the line at taking off my clothes in front of you guys. Again."
"She could be the impartial judge, right?" Troy asked while eying the little silver-colored race car.
"Monopoly doesn't have judges, idiot," Jeff said as he stole a glance at his phone.
"Hey, no cheating," Britta snapped as she grabbed for his phone.
"Just looking up the rules," he replied in a bored tone.
"The rules come with the game. Afraid you're gonna get proven wrong?" Britta smirked while waving the folded piece of paper around.
"I think the man with the mustache is staring at me," Annie said as she leaned in to look at Mr. Monopoly's smiling face on the box.
"I think you'd had enough Fuzzy Navels, Annie," Jeff said as he grabbed her half-full Super Big Gulp cup. She quickly slid it over to Shirley who passed it across to Troy who popped the lid and took a drink.
"This doesn't taste fuzzy at all," Troy said, puckering his lips at the sweetness.
"Let's just start," Britta grabbed the little boot piece and assigned Shirley to be the banker. The board was laid out, the Chance and Community Chest cards were set, and the die were rolled. After half an hour, Abed held most of the property and his clothes (save one shoe). Troy was naked from the waist up. Britta was the same except she also had her bra on, Annie opted to remove her skirt and shoes (making sure no one looked under the table shielding her lower half), and Jeff suffered the worst: down to his burgundy boxer briefs.
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"I believe you landed on one of my hotels, Jeff," Annie said with a business owners smugness. "And you don't seem to have anything left to sell sooo... take 'em off, hotshot!"
"Do I really have to?" He turned to the only source of sanity left in the game.
"Now Jeffrey, what kind of banker would I be if I let you default of your payments?" Shirley asked with over-emphasized sweetness, "Besides, it's not like it's anything we all haven't seen before. Remember when you tried to prove a point with pool?"
A mixture of groans and excited whoops came from the players, three of which managed to collectively polish off over a liter of alcoholic Gulpy goodness. Either Jeff admitted Britta was right or he followed through with the rules of strip monopoly. The choice was clear. Annie led the chant as Jeff stood up and hooked his thumbs in his underwear.
"Take them off! Take them off!"
"What the Dean?!"
"Aha! Caught you!" Pierce said as he followed a surprised Dean Pelton into the study room. "What did I tell you? Naked hippie demonstrations and they didn't even invite me!"
"Well first of all," the Dean took out his camera, snapped a shot of Jeff, and put his latest photo addition into his pocket, "Okay. Second, why are there Greendale students half-naked on school property with," he wrinkled his nose to take a whiff, "Peach schnapps?"
"Annie needed some liquid courage," Britta said a bit mulishly while buttoning up her shirt with the quick expertise of a thirty year old, liberated woman of the post-90s grunge movement.
"We probably should've done this at our apartment," Abed said as various students started milling around the entrance.
"I see Paris, I see France," Leonard cackled.
The newspaper club would have themselves a cover issue forever immortalizing Britta's proven point... if only the group could remember what it was.
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And of course they'd use the study room for this.
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