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Panel 1
Charleston looks forward, holding his clipboard, ready to write.
Charleston: About your girlfriend, is she not your type?

Panel 2
Lester is lying on the couch with his back against the armrest, looking tired.
Lester: Nah, I don't really have a type y'know? I'm not into anything specific.

Panel 3
Charleston leans forward, looking at Lester with more intensity.

Panel 4
Lester stares back at Charleston, wide eyed.

Panel 5
Lester looks up and raises his arms, exasperated.
Lester: ...Okay fine. Feisty goth chicks.

Panel 6
Charleston: Heh, alright that's-

Panel 7
Lester turns back toward Charleston, pointing in his direction.
Lester: I'm talkin' trad goth. All decked out in black. Collection of severed bat wings in her purse. Owns at least one Bauhaus vinyl. None of this "pastel goth" bullshit.
Charleston: Sure, I think-

Panel 8
Lester looks up, happily.
Lester: Into guns, but not in a racist way.
Charleston: What do you mean by-
Lester: Tats and pierced nips are a big plus, too. Y'know. The kinda gal you can curl up with to watch six hours of unedited police interrogation footage together.
Charleston: Wow, okay, let's-

Panel 9
Lester: One who'll make you miss thanksgiving with your family because you gotta drive her to the middle of nowhere so she can cause a ruckus at a bar that kicked her out for a drunken disorderly when she was 19 but when you get there it's closed because of the holiday so we just smoke a j in the parking lot until she turns to me and says, "Sorry we missed Thanksgiving, but I know a different bird you can stuff. Then she grabs my-

Panel 10
Charleston leans forward, yelling.
Charleston: ALRIGHT, ALREADY!!

Panel 11
Regaining his composure, Charleston raises a hand to his mouth.
Charleston: Ahem. Let's move on.