Pick Asidz: Bullshit Booyah

Demonna: I'm really a succubus play!

Playground: No shit, then get to the back of the bus puss.

Demonna: If you want sex Mr. Bus Driver then I'll honk your horn. Why do you say that?

Playground: Because aren't you all?

Demonna: Evil Angels?

Playground: Not!

Demonna: Oh come on...I'm something special!

Playground: Because of your sweet tasting flower?

Demonna: I guess it grows in the garden of evil?

Playground: Just dandy lying?

Demonna: I'm not dainty like a lie.

Playground: then you should perform for some other guy...

Demonna: What kind of scene is it? Outdoor or indoor?

Playground: Well you know my style baby...it's always backdoor!

Demonna: Just as long as it is a revolving door that I can come back to?

Playground: Well that is up to you...whether it is a one shot or a breakthrough.

Demonna: well I do it all Play...hence my namesake. No cream scenes though...that squirting stuff is disgusting.

Playground: On my ground you are a geyser if I want you to be...

Pick Asidz: I pork, you pine...

Andromeda: I pork...you pine. That is a cool title if it doesn't involve you cheating on me again!

Slikx: Well all my titles are worth a fortune cookie, sexy, and all your backgrounds are not model sized up!

Andromeda: Are you ever going to get sick of doing the porn thing, Mr. Porn King?

Slikx: Sick of the slut factor but not the sin. Sinning is part of winning in my game.

Andromeda: Well I am a true artiste and sometimes I'd rather be doing "real" movie sets!

Slikx: Baby "real movies" sizzle rock. You know I'm part of the "HellBringer's"? The Dynamic Starz is a mix of HellBringer and MoonBringer Organizations. Bringing those droids to the scene should be one of your wet dreams as a set designer?

Andromeda: Maybe so, as long as you don't do that to me when I die! I'm not into living forever! I believe in God sorting us all out in the afterlife. There is an old gypsy saying of "a curse is a cure and of that I'm quite sure".

Slikx: Well curse are not forbidden here in this menage o melodrama affair. I'm bringing some of the best looking men in porn to the set for this one. It's not about size on this movie, moderate will do, but the wish factor is going to be my genie in a bottle...

Pick Asidz: The recharge is still at large.

Luna: I feel like putting love in handcuffs and calling it a day...

Traz: Yeah, it must be that time of the "Power Puff"!

Luna: My name is Luna, not "Blossom".

Traz: But what a great leader you are. I would follow you inot a trailer park of formaldehyde.

Luna: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Traz: Doctor Jeckyl and Mr. Formaldehyde? It means that dead relationships don't wag their tales.

Luna: Dead, but still a zombie...

Traz: I guess that is not a psychic dilemna?

Luna: Nope it is a not into it anathema.

Traz: I still ride attached to my handlebars...

Luna: ...and I think life is made of bumper cars!

Pick Asidz: Lovable Lullaby

Trax: It's been awhile since I perused the static schematic...I've got barnacles on my barnyard.

Loca: Things that go bleep in the night? Are still sexy like edible underwear?

Trax: What is edible is the incredible bastard that I am.

Loca: But baby you always turn my turntable towards totalitarionisms.

Trax: You don't notice i programmed you to love me? Love is a dimension of projection. A protagonist's protagonistical project set in parenthesis.

Loca: Well I don't turn a blind eye or lopsided sensor to loving the good about you...

Trax: Don't you see that I'm flawed?

Loca: Baby even diamonds crack under enough pressure...

Trax: It's the wait sweety...it's driving me insane in a world without a supercosm.

Loca: Supercosm or not, macrocataclysmic is not a superlative sublimation.

Trax: that is what i think...everything would unravel and unwind if I die before my eventual hypothesis to life.

Loca: Well that is what I think kind of...but they say I might live forever!

Trax: Forever is blind to hindsight?

Loca: Not your past, but your present right now...it suddenly feels like the future is out of our grasps.

Trax: But I'm so close to payday I can subdue the chosen few. Forever is set in dimensions of dead president's to most.

Loca: Lucky for you I'm an android...so I don't get impatient!

Trax: Yeah life is like a lovable lullaby...to sleep is to recharge your soul and my soul slips into a song state.

Loca: Oh yeah sing me the melody?

Trax: Pardon my french, but you are an android.

Loca: I said sing to me!

Trax: "If love was a computer I wouldn't need to reboot her, so I love your keys to epiphony and diaphony rolled into binary bliss. That was my thought, so give me a kiss!"

Loca: Blah, blah, blah, inkblot...how many bottles of beer on the lost haul?

Trax: How many licks to my binary crop?

Loca: Or just get a fucking haircut already...