Destiny:
So what? A few teams challenged us. That happens, like, on a daily.
Willow:
Uh, no, there are dozens.
Hannah:
Yeah, we're cheer chum in the water, and there's a feeding frenzy.
Destiny:
It's not that bad.
Willow:
Don't act like you're not sweating through your sports bra over this. Destiny, we need to shake things up. Draw out our old routines and start fresh.
Destiny:
Okay, first of all, I don't sweat, I glisten. And we're not gonna throw out all of our *winning* routines just because some team challenged us, Willow.
Willow:
Look, we've been doing a version of the same stuff for years.
Destiny:
I'm the one who led us to number one. So why would I want anything to change?
Willow:
For starters, we lost four of our boys.
Destiny:
What?
Willow:
Destiny, we're sinking. And the boys are jumping ship.
Destiny:
Like rats who will drown without me.
Willow:
We're all gonna drown if we don't do something.
Destiny:
It's simple! We'll replace the boys we lost.
Willow:
The season's started. All the good ones are already taken.
Destiny:
Who would turn down an opportunity to cheer with me? That's cheerdiculous.
Hannah:
Why do we even need stinky groin-scratching, and not to mention... finger-slipping... boys?
Destiny:
Let's not pretend Lesbionic Lisa and Big Tina hasn't slipped a digit or two.
[culprits smile]
Hannah:
I lost my virginity that way.
Destiny:
[perturbed by this:]
Okay. We're not thinking about boys in the right way. We are the main outfits. The boys are just the accessories. They make us look better, like... glitter pom-poms or... metallic gloss. Could we stop talking about boys?
Willow:
That's not the problem. We're doing the same old routines.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:19