Conversation · Electrochemistry

That page-three girl... she must be the most beautiful page-three girl ever printed. And look at those freckles! The origin of disco... makes you wanna dive into the boogie, doesn't it? Get closer to disco itself with Miss Page-Three.

L'origine du disco! Such a powerful conceit, and this is what we're going to do with it? The commitment of an act of gross public indecency?

It'd be indecent to ignore Miss Page-Three. Beauty is inviting you on a pilgrimage!

A pilgrimage you can make with just your hand.

No. This is not how I want to remember the freckled girl. [Finish thought.]

Hold on, is this what happens when you two get together?

Yes!

Sure is!

Hm... How exactly can I travel to the origin of disco with Miss Page-Three?

Oh, come on. Don't say you've forgotten that as well. You can feel what you wanna do. You wanna party, don't you? Party right now with Miss Page-Three. Unzip and party.

Go on...

Look at her thighs, between her thighs, and... what are you waiting for, man?!

PARTY WITH MISS PAGE-THREE ALL THE WAY TO DISCO ZERO!

Yeah... I want to get into the groovy. Let's disco, baby. (Start unzipping.)

... is what you're thinking. But you don't want to disco like this. Not really. Not in the deepest part of your soul, where the freckles only make you sad.

Come on, what are you talking about -- sad freckles? Freckles are fun!

Why do I hurt all of a sudden?

The furnace has long been cold, despite itself. You're too sad to jerk off. This is not the first time this has happened, either.

Then it is truly over. You are beyond the help of the page-three girl. You are truly doomed.

COME ON! I SAID PARTY!

(Party.)

Fucking right. Let me just tighten up a bit for you -- is that good, you sick, wild fuck boy?

The usually unflappable lieutenant takes a surprised step back. "Officer... what are you doing?"

I DIDN'T SAY PARTY THIS SECOND!

Party later. Party in private. Like you would if you ever prayed.

"I, uh... had to zip up my fly. That's all. Let's move on." [Finish thought.]

Oh, right. Of course... [Finish thought.]

I don't think so... there's just something uncomfortable about all of this.

Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuck! But it's the origin of all disco, buddy! Why not?

Come ON, bratan! YOU'RE SO CLOSE TO DISCO! TAKE IT OUT AND JACK IT!

Because she's the kind of pretty that gets me down.

You're right. There's an absence inside of you, something missing that may have been freckled too.

Whatever, coward. Don't ride your way to the origin of disco. The page-three girl is too good for you anyway.

... I don't want to masturbate on the street, okay?

And more than that: you're sad. There's an absence inside of you, something missing that may have been freckled too.

There's more to the freckled woman than what you're suggesting. There's more to disco, too. And to me.

Should I invite Kim to travel to the origin disco with me?

Absolutely not.

Yes! This is just like how it'll be in the End Times -- only me and Miss Page-Three. (Start unzipping.)

... is what you're thinking. But you don't want to party down. Not really. Not in the deepest part of your soul, where the freckles only make you sad.

Hang on. Right now? Unzip?

That's exactly what I mean. Unzip and party down on yourself, my man. No one's watching.

Except Miss Page-Three, of course.

But Kim...

C'mon! Beauty is inviting you on a pilgrimage. A pilgrimage you can make with just your hand.