Fen Sarafian:

Hey, was wondering if your dad’s offer still stood?

I got the $$$ for the auto part.

Jane Marlow:

That was fast! One day. Did you do some stripping for cash tips?

Fen Sarafian:

Sold some of my personal vinyl. So, pretty much?

Respect for sex workers, but this was pure desperation

Me=hurt

Jane Marlow:

GASP. You=Mrs. Tybalt

Fen Sarafian:

Gonna start smoking Marlboros and yelling at kids to get off my ranch!

Jane Marlow:

HOW MUCH WILL YOU GIVE ME FOR THESE TOENAIL CLIPPINGS?

EVERYTHING IS FOR SALE, INCLUDING MY SOUL

Fen Sarafian:

I’m a little scared to go back, honestly, but: the right Elvis wax? Would sell my soul too.

Jane Marlow:

Soul sellouts! If she wants to sell candy-crusted holiday records, let me know

Dad’s in bed early with headache, so I’ll ask in morn about Jeep

But I know he’ll say yes. He was cool with you

Fen Sarafian:

A father that doesn’t hate me! Miracle of miracles…