Tiffany:I have an idea. But it’s dangerous.
Amara:Dangerous? I like it.
Alessa:You haven’t heard the details yet.
Indy:So long as it doesn’t involve piercings and my brothers’ penises, I’m in.
Stone:Still being squeamish. Tut. Tut.
Keira:What’s the game plan, Tiffany?
Tiffany:The clubhouse is almost ready, isn’t it?
Lily:Yes. Final stages. They started painting it.
Tiffany:That’s the plan.
Amara:What?
Alessa:Huh?
Indy:Sabotage the paint?
Tiffany:Yes.
Keira:What color?
Lily:Oh, honey, isn’t that obvious?
Giulia:PINK. Bright motherfucking pink. Everywhere. Every. Fucking. Where. I want throw cushions and I want fluffy shit all over their goddamn haven of masculinity. What do we need to make it happen?
Tiffany:Lily’s bank account lol.
Lily:Have at it. :P
Giulia:I knew I loved you.
Tiffany:We need to pick up the paint. Want me to come and get you?
Giulia:Yes. NOW. I need revenge.
Amara:Can I come?
Giulia:Yes.
Indy:I’d be interested in joining you.
Stone:Since when do you like interior design?
Keira:Since we had to look at a decapitated doll’s head peering out of a cake-shaped vagina?
Giulia:Duh.
Lily:You and Tiffany sort out the paint.
Giulia:Okay.
Tiffany:Fine.