DISGRASIAN™

PARIS: [rolling eyes] Uh-huh.

TILA: You look good, girl.

PARIS: Uh-huh.

TILA: How ARE you?

PARIS: Good. Um, interesting dress… thing, or whatever.

TILA: Thank you! I’m trying to do a throwback to like, old, uh, Hollywood glamour, or whatever.

PARIS: Or like, disco?

TILA: Right.

PARIS: And like, mummies. And nurses.

TILA: Hmph. [scans Paris's body] Are you even wearing a dress?

PARIS: My parts are covered and I look hot, so yeah.

TILA: Ah. I feel bad for you. I don’t like, roll that way anymore. I changed my image.

PARIS: To what? A singer for ABBA?

TILA: No, like cleaned up and classy. I had my lawyers start taking all of the pictures of me off of the Internet.

PARIS: [laughs uncontrollably] I don’t think that’s going to work, betch.

TILA: [getting angry] What, bitch?

PARIS: Nothing. Never mind. I’m sure people will totally take all of those pictures of your dirty pussy off of the Web. Are we done here?

TILA: We’re done here, you hater!

PARIS: Good, I need to go get some disinfectant for my face.

TILA: Oh that’s really nice. Really nice. While you’re at it, you should disinfect your crotch.

PARIS: Whatever you say, cooze breath.

TILA: Eat a dick!

PARIS: I will!

[They stomp off in a huff.]

TILA: [to self] Hunh. Who won that one?

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