(It’s light out all night long)
ALASKA.
I want you to fuck me
BAKED ALASKA.
I can’t
ALASKA.
I’m sorry you can’t
BAKED ALASKA.
You’re always sorry
ALASKA.
That’s not what I mean, I mean—
BAKED ALASKA.
Look, my body doesn’t want to touch your body
ALASKA.
Your body
BAKED ALASKA.
No, it doesn’t
(it’s still light out)