Glowstick: Hey baby, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Pitchfork: No, but it stung like a bitch when I crawled up from hell

Glowstick: Don't your feet hurt? You've been running in my mind all day

Pitchfork: Yeah chasing people in their nightmares is hard work

Glowstick: Your pants would look really good on my bedroom floor~

Pitchfork: Cool. You can by the same pair for $10 at the store