Pixie Chick: Poof!
Iggy Flop: What the bloody hell are you doing?
Pixie Chick: Transforming you into something easier on the eyes with pixie dust!
Iggy Flop: It's cheap glitter and a glob of it is lodged in my throat, you twit. It's not my color, either. A silver matte shows much nicer on my spray-tanned skin.
Pixie Chick: Yes, I noticed you were orange. My magic dust doesn't appear to be powerful enough to turn you a normal shade.
Iggy Flop: Achieving this shade takes precision and dedication, thank you very much.
Iggy Flop: What the bloody hell are you doing?
Pixie Chick: Transforming you into something easier on the eyes with pixie dust!
Iggy Flop: It's cheap glitter and a glob of it is lodged in my throat, you twit. It's not my color, either. A silver matte shows much nicer on my spray-tanned skin.
Pixie Chick: Yes, I noticed you were orange. My magic dust doesn't appear to be powerful enough to turn you a normal shade.
Iggy Flop: Achieving this shade takes precision and dedication, thank you very much.
Pixie Chick: I see you've continued the theme to your magic wand.
Iggy Flop: Equal rights for equal awesomeness, my pet.
Pixie Chick: Put some clothes on, Orange Crush.
Iggy Flop: Admission is the first step, luv. It's not easy being under my spell.
Pixie Chick: Poof! Damn, you're still here.
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