Girl on the right: Check out that kid with the mohawk. He's cute!
Girl on the left: Ewwww, are you serious? Are you really into those punk rocker guys?
Girl on the right: No, I just think he's kinda cute, that's all!
Girl on the left: Whatever. Let's go shopping
Girl on the right: Okay!
I'm 99.5% sure that's what happened.
Most likely. You've got to love the trendy bastard/scene girls of upstate New York. By the way, you forgot the part where she said, "OH EM GEE! F4LL 0U7 B0Y 1S T3H AUH-SUMZ!!!!"
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
