Tiffany:I’m so sorry, Giulia. I never realized I was being set up.
Amara:I told you! Is not normal, this jayode cake thing. It look like cunt.
Indy:GEODE, Amara. Jayode sounds like something I used to smoke down in New Orleans.
Stone:LMFAO. Or something I’d prescribe for erectile dysfunction.
Giulia:I’ll make SOME erections dysfunction. Those motherfuckers.
Indy:Considering your current status, Giulia, I’d watch how you use that word.
Stone:Why?
Keira:Because Nyx is a mother-fucker. Lol.
Giulia:Keira, I don’t need to think about that now. I like his dick and I may have to chop it off. I don’t need the reminder that I let him have sex with me last night!
Tiffany:Let? Come on.
Amara:You are like rash.
Indy:I don’t need to know that.
Stone:Lol, rashes are my purview.
Keira:I think she means Giulia’s all over him like a rash.
Tiffany:Better that than an STD.
Indy:Ewww. Can we stop talking about my brother, sex, and his dick?
Giulia:Stop being squeamish.
Amara:What is squeamish?
Lily:It’s when you find something distasteful.
Giulia:And you squirm a lot about it.
Tiffany:That’s the worst description ever.
Amara:You know this word, Alessa?
Alessa:I think so. I think it’s ?????????
Amara:Oh. Yes, stop being this, Indy. Is sex. That is all.
Indy:My brother and sex have been a topic of conversation my whole life thank you very much!
Keira:I have schedules to sort out. As fascinating as talking about Nyx’s dick is, can we get on with the guerrilla warfare?
Lily:You’re down for that?
Keira:Errrr, yeah?! I’m the one who had to explain to Cyan about labor. I did NOT intend on having that conversation for a long time.
Giulia:We need to make them pay.
Keira:Oh, yeah, we sure as shit do.