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[Janis Ian has come to town, and she's done a little... decorating. Regina's red, white and pink decor has been significantly altered by thick black marker and the judicious application of scissors, and there are pictures and pages lying strewn all over the floor. The enormous vanity mirror has a message scrawled on it in lipstick: "WOMEN'S PRISON? NOW WHO'S THE LESBO?"
Janis herself is sitting at the screen, holding a big pink book.]
So, hey, Barge. I don't know if you all know this already or if I'm just, like, peeing into the wind, here, but I'd feel totally remiss if I didn't make sure I fulfilled my duty as a human being before blowing this pop stand: so just so you know, Regina George is a total monster.
And if you don't believe me? [She holds up the book, then starts reading aloud:] Tee Pole: Weird lizard-blooded bitch, can't make facial expressions to save her life. Damn, girl. Tim Drake: Major stalker. Rayne: Sorry about that wardrobe. Stephanie Brown: Sorry about that face.
[She tsks and shakes her head, setting the book back down.] If you want my advice? Destroy her. It's the only way.
[Janis Ian has come to town, and she's done a little... decorating. Regina's red, white and pink decor has been significantly altered by thick black marker and the judicious application of scissors, and there are pictures and pages lying strewn all over the floor. The enormous vanity mirror has a message scrawled on it in lipstick: "WOMEN'S PRISON? NOW WHO'S THE LESBO?"
Janis herself is sitting at the screen, holding a big pink book.]
So, hey, Barge. I don't know if you all know this already or if I'm just, like, peeing into the wind, here, but I'd feel totally remiss if I didn't make sure I fulfilled my duty as a human being before blowing this pop stand: so just so you know, Regina George is a total monster.
And if you don't believe me? [She holds up the book, then starts reading aloud:] Tee Pole: Weird lizard-blooded bitch, can't make facial expressions to save her life. Damn, girl. Tim Drake: Major stalker. Rayne: Sorry about that wardrobe. Stephanie Brown: Sorry about that face.
[She tsks and shakes her head, setting the book back down.] If you want my advice? Destroy her. It's the only way.
