There’s only one spell for the occasion. SUMMON BACKUP DANCERS!
It’s like GLaDOS says.
“That jumpsuit you’re wearing looks stupid. That’s not me talking. It says so right here in your file. On other people it looks fine. But right here, a scientist has noted that on you, it looks stupid. Well, what does some neck-bearded engineer know about fashion? He probably… oh, wait, it’s a she. Still, what does she know? Oh, it says she has a medical degree. In fashion. From France.”
I’m actually nonchalant about the existence of these things. I just want to caution Dana that as long as there are people like you assumed me to be, portrayal of them is playing with fire.
Was this the colorist’s mistake, or did Dana decide to drive the nail in further by making Max’s moms interracial as well?
Something’s wrong, though. Didn’t the program used to have more of a rosy tint?
Compared to Phoebe’s four?
Actually, Marigold doesn’t even have one left foot. She has two left hooves.
I should forbid you for rebelling. Except you don’t actually want to go, so forcing you to would be a better punishment.
It’s pretty telling when no one has ever heard any of those songs, and mostly argues over what decade the list is from.
I hear that some channels try to capitalize on the Super Bowl by catering to the type of people who don’t watch football. On that note, let them bond through their mutual disinterest in the dance.