VI. Punchdrunk.

[maleficentia]

For Christ's sake, there is a difference between COMPLICATED and COMPLEX. Why'd you have to go and make things so COMPLEX /// Why'd you have to go and COMPLICATE things.

[...]

and that will be all.

[...] For that matter, why in the world is that woman allowed to exist

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[strucktwelve]

And don't call me a trollop.

[maleficentia]

The way I go on? You are an odd duck.

Ha. Is that better?

[strucktwelve]

"Ooh, I'm such a twat, I went to Twatford, and also I don't care what anyone thinks." Then again, women are notoriously masochistic when it comes to who they sleep with, so the validity of that argument is somewhat muted.

God, no.

[maleficentia]

ohh see I thought you were talking about something else. But yes, you're right on all counts.

Scarlet Woman. Inaccurate, but it has a ring?

[strucktwelve]

Good God, you're drunk. I'm coming over.

Chartreuse. I've always felt I was very chartreuse.

[maleficentia]

hahaha it took you this long to figure that much out? Perhaps you aren't fit to navigate the public transportations system.

Well, that's a fantastic word, so chartreuse it is!

[strucktwelve]

IT MAKES FOR INTERESTING CULTURAL RESEARCH, OKAY.

[maleficentia]

Well, I certainly can't dispute that.

[strucktwelve]

Jerk. Do you have a car?

[maleficentia]

Not one you'll ever find.

[strucktwelve]

That sounds an awful lot like a challenge.

[maleficentia]

Why, I would never!

[strucktwelve]

You'll see me rollin'.

[maleficentia]

...what?

[strucktwelve]

You're hatin'.

[maleficentia]

why--why are you writing like that.