[Phantasm]

<Chelsea> "And now we match. The important thing is, if anyone asks us what the stripes mean, like if they're for some sort of cause or something? Never ever give the same answer twice."
<Mag> "That's a good idea." Mag stretches, and digs into the cheesecake. "Like... intergalactic penis day."
* Chelsea snorts cheesecake.
* Chelsea very carefully clears her airway before adopting the tone of voice of a concerned woman on a hearstring-tugging infomercial. "Millions of Tamaranians lost their penises in The Great Gelding, and live in misery because of it. But you can help. For the cost of a cup of coffee, you can help them get their ***** back."
* Mag snerks this time. "Oh my god."
<Chelsea> "Please," she continues in the same pleading tone of voice. "Won't you think of the *****? ...'cuz I know I am."


My players can get twisted.