Panty: Ugh, I knew it! It's sweet shit! Sorry, those pedophile moves don't work on me anymore! Stocking, how do you do it? I can actually feel my ass dimpling! Uh, chica? Did you hear me? What the fuck's a fondant anyway? It looks like plastic! You take 'em. They're from Angel House, that place everyone's getting their nipples hard over.
Stocking: No, thank you! I have no interest in things of that nature!
Panty: Seriously? Your call! Looks like Chuck's getting the runs tonight! Chuck! You're up. Want some cellulite? Ready? Hold this on your nose! Hold still, damn it! Good boy! Okay, catch! Catch! Do the thing with the catching! You're so fucking useless! Drool! Good boy.
Stocking: WAIT-
[she sees the cake eaten by Chuck, to horror]
Panty: Oopsie! Did you decide you wanted some?
Stocking: Did you decide you wanted to shut the fuck up?
Panty: Oh, Stocking?
Stocking: Yes, whore?
Panty: Are you on a diet? You can tell me!
Stocking: Of course not! Why would you say that? I'm naturally petite and thin! I'm the reason tweens make themselves hurl!
Panty: Uh oh! Peek-a-boo! I saw it! There it is! There it is again. Hello! Still there. Fatty! Fatass! One more hit! Fatty! Fattyfattyfattyfattyfatty-
[Stocking starts laughing away]