M: Don't you just haaaate it when your Spanx peek out from under your hem?
A: No. I. Wait. What? Nothing. NOTHING.
M: And don't you just HATE it when you load your saddle bags improperly and you're all off balance and whoops! You knock over Anna Wintour and now you're dead.
A: I don't think Anna Wintour allows herself to be knocked over.
M: Well, by "knocked over" I really meant "breathed her air".
A: THAT IS NOT ALLOWED.
M: Quick: has Anna Wintour ever been seen wearing denim of any sort?
A: Not a denim VEST.
M: She would burn that denim vest with her eyes. She would DISAPPEAR that shit.
A: Can you feel the burn?
M: I just peed a little bit.
A: Did anything you're wearing just incinerate?
M: My eyebrows and one of my socks?
A: Only one of your socks?
M: It had a hole in it.
M: I'm scared.
A: You should be. Luckily, the freak nugget up there is distracting her with the visible Spanx/short/oxford/black sock/saddlebag/denim vest party.
M: Her hair is cute, though.
A: Oh, it is! She appears to be very attractive and...
A: Um, never mind.
M: YOU ANGERED IT.
A: I'm... naked except for my shoes.
M: Those must be some nice shoes.
A: WINTOUR APPROVED.