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Mal: What if I'm texting about the video?

Lacey: With that booty call opening line? I don't think so.

Mal: You know a lot about booty calls.

Lacey: I do.

Mal: How is that?

Lacey: Not personal experience, trust me. My BFF, Carrie. She's that type.

Mal: And you?

Lacey: I get plenty of action making out with rock stars for the camera.

Mal: Now I feel cheap.

Lacey: What did I tell you? It's almost every day some hot rocker boy is begging me to make our footage a reality. It's getting exhausting.

Mal: I can imagine.

Lacey: Yes, and they don't take a hint either. You know how it is with guys who are artists. They decide you're their muse and they won't let go.

Mal: What albums have you inspired?

Lacey: I'm embarrassed to tell you. They're big and I don't want to make you feel small.

Mal: Trust me, I never feel small.

Lacey: Is that a dick joke?

Mal: I don't joke about my cock.

Lacey: Never?

Mal: What's to joke about?

Lacey: Its whorish ways?

Mal: Those are my whorish ways.

Lacey: To-may-to, to-mah-to.

Mal: I never let my cock take the driver's seat.

Lacey: Not even once?

Mal: Never.

Lacey: Aren't guys supposed to be ruled by their libidos?

Mal: Maybe. I've never done what I'm supposed to.

Lacey: That last Muse album. That was me.

Mal: It was good.

Lacey: Thanks, I thought so.

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