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$nastygram: (C:\crufty)$

From:

nastygram

Uh-huh.

[Incredulous, Darlene looks up at Kitty.]

And when you went to the nauseatingly charming bakery to pick this up, were there actual gingham curtains? Asking so I know if I'll have something to wipe up my vomit with if I ever end up there.

[She picks up a brownie anyways, an indelicate grab, and chomps down.]

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty squints incredulously at Darlene - ]

I made them, didn't I. Why on earth would I buy them?

$nastygram: (C:\net.personality)$

From:

nastygram

Seriously.

[Flat stare from over the top of the brownie.]

Okay, then where are your hipster-ass hand sewn gingham curtains for me to barf on. Holy shit dude, are you for real? Don't you own a freaking car garage or something? Is this like, your way of screwing gender roles? Greaser chick and cooking grease shit?

From:

rathercommon

[ She wrinkles her nose. ]

It hasn't got anything to do with that. I'm just good at it. Sometimes it's nice to do something you're good at and that you know how to do.

[ She gestures at Darlene - ]

Good, yeah?

$nastygram: (C:\handwave)$

From:

nastygram

Um, I'm eating it, aren't I.

[Which is an aggressive yes. Darlene chomps down with another bite.]

Okay, but I straight up refuse to believe that you're single issue on this. Doing something just because you're into it? Not your scene.

From:

rathercommon

[ She gives a little huff. ]

I am a person. Sometimes I can do things just because I want to do things.

$nastygram: (C:\saga)$

From:

nastygram

Uh-huh. Like baking, and chilling out relaxing all cool, looking young and hot in some other world or reality or whatever? Cool.

[The extra emphasis on that last word sort of suggests the opposite, but there's probably no surprise there.]

I'm all for free effing will or whatever, but you would never catch my ass chained to a stove. Noooo thank you.

From:

rathercommon

Well. Then that means you end up spending far too bloody much when you want something sweet, doesn't it.

$nastygram: (C:\cuspy)$

From:

nastygram

Three words, bitch.

[She counts them off on her fingers.]

Little. Debbie. Treats.

[--But she also eats the rest of her brownie in one bite before she sinks back into the couch again.]

From:

rathercommon

Honestly. As if this isn't better than Debbie's Treats.

$nastygram: (C:\smop)$

From:

nastygram

[A beat, and then Darlene laughs.]

Oh my god, dude. Debbie isn't real.

From:

rathercommon

Oh.

[ She frowns, confused. With the slightly resigned uncertainty of someone who's quite used to not having pop culture references and jokes track for her: ]

Then...what's a little debbie treat? Is it some sort of metaphor?

$nastygram: (C:\trollometer)$

From:

nastygram

For what, snatch? No, it's actual snack cakes. Crappy little cakes pumped full of the worst stuff, emulsifiers and wax and oil, which they then make delicious through the power of science. I could straight up live on Cosmic Brownies alone. Those little pebbles on top are like actual crack.

[She goes for a second non-cosmic brownie.]

Are you gonna eat with me or what, I'm stating to feel weird about this.

From:

rathercommon

Hm? Oh, right. Yeah.

[ Kitty leans forward. Even high, she still eats a bit like a bird: tiny nibbles, no more than that. ]

I don't know. I've tried a few of those sorts of things - Billy always promises me they're just so good, like - oh - what are they called - lunch-ables? Something like that, the little pizzas you make on crackers. Or the little pizzas that come on bagels. I think it might be the sort of thing where you have to have grown up with 'em.

$nastygram: (C:\gilley)$

From:

nastygram

Pizza Bagels and Pizza Lunchables are two totally different things, newb.

[She sighs.]

I always wanted that shit, but she-devils do not do pricey junk food for their spawn, or whatever. Kiddie marketing is so fucked up. Get you when you're way too underdeveloped to get that they are owning your brain by associating cartoon pizzas with happiness and parties and everyone standing around in a backyard laughing their heads off.

From:

rathercommon

Well, of course.

[ Kitty leans forward again - not for a brownie this time, but with intense engagement. ]

It's bloody diabolical of them. Same reason that they want to target political education to the very young, isn't it. You don't know that you ought to question.

[ She sits back just a bit, then, though she's no less aggressive for the slight relaxation of her posture. ]

Except here, they don't want lockstep political conformity - they want lockstep commercial conformity. Everyone worshipping at the altar of capitalism.

$nastygram: (C:\ampoff)$

From:

nastygram

Yeah, and fuck capitalism.

[Sitting cross-legged on the couch, Darlene is limited in her movement. She thumps her fist against one of her knees for emphasis anyways.]

Fuck that invisible hand and all those shadowy assholes controlling our lives through bullshit branding and what basically amounts to friggin' mind control. Trying to own us every step of the way. They deserve everything they're gonna get.

From:

rathercommon

I don't know. People like that - they often don't get what they deserve. Rich arseholes, they always wriggle out from under the hand of justice. Or - well - often.

$nastygram: (C:\BFI)$

From:

nastygram

[Now it's Darlene's turn to lean forward, aggressively.]

Which is why they have to get decimated.

From:

rathercommon

[ She sighs - but doesn't immediately disagree, either. A bit of relaxation means a bit more honesty - which means a bit less pacifism. ]

Meaning what, though? Murder?

$nastygram: (C:\derf)$

From:

nastygram

[Darlene rolls her eyes a little.]

Okay, bitch, you were looking for pipe bombs at thirteen. What were you gonna do with them.

From:

rathercommon

[ She shakes her head. ]

Exactly what you think. But I'm not thirteen any longer. I don't think now what I did then.

$nastygram: (C:\gilley)$

From:

nastygram

And that means we've got to go all kumbaya? You know that doesn't work. You just said it. These shitlords are gonna weasel out, unless we do something. Something that sticks.

Assets first. Then asses. I am not afraid of kicking these bastards while they're down because, guess what, that's how they got to where they are today. On the backs of everybody else, who they keep too poor and dumb and beaten down to do anything about it. Inoculated with bullshit to keep them from thinking.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty tilts her head to the side and admits: ]

That I would like to see. Very much. But ultimately, other shitty people will just come in to take their place, won't they.

$nastygram: (C:\@-party)$

From:

nastygram

So break their game so no one's got a place to come in. Or break it so it sets back to zero. Give everyone a fair chance to fight. I guarantee those shitlords will still be the ones that eat it the hardest, because they've spent so long screwing other people.