"And for our last stop, welcome to our vagina garden, where we are growing six beautiful specimens. Of course, we can't really grow vaginas in this soil as if they were actual flowers. Instead, the vulvas are still attached to their original owners who, as you can see, are stuck face down in the dirt, tubes of oxigen attached to their mouths in the darkness inside the pot, and legs fully spread with the help of ropes so we can appreciate the beautiful petals, or rather, the inner and outer lips."

"Where do you get these girls?", asked one of the visitors, "are they volunteers?"

"Of course not. But we do only kidnap the ones with the biggest and juiciests vagina lips, so the 'flowers' can be better appreciated".

"You will probably never kidnap me, then. I have the tiniest vagina", remarked another visitor.

"I'm probably in danger though", added a big African American woman.

"You are probably right", conceded the man in charge of the exhibit, "Be careful out there in the streets; you'll never know where we might be lurking. In the meantime, would you like to pluck out one of the flowers so you can take it home as a souvenir?", the man asked while handing a sharp hooked knife.

"That would be delightful", she said while burying the knife deep into the side of one of the flowers for extraction, muffled screams coming from inside the pot.