Some Dead Asshole: Sup Ashley, or should I say, Leyley? How's it hanging, sweet stuff? Listen, the Fall Harvest Dance is coming up and I couldn't help but notice you don't have a date. Maybe I could fix that?
🩷: My answer...
(slams her locker door)
💚: ...
🩷: ...is to run.
[source]
💚: ...I can't believe this fucking worked.
🩷: See? Now that everyone hates my fictional boyfriend Clyde, they'll pay out the ass for me to move out and you and I are sitting pretty. And you said my Hollywood makeup kit was a waste of money! Not so much a waste now with these movie-quality bruises, is it?
💚: Even for you, this is fucked up.
🩷: I'm over here playing chess to help secure our future and you're stuck playing whack a mole. Morals don't pay the bills, beloved.
