Mark: No Ed, I've never tried Norival. By the way, I like the black around your eyes.
Ed: Oh my God! I wanted it, but wasn't sure I applied it right -- I just took the pencil and went like *r-e-e-a-a-u-h-h* around each eye.
Mark: It looks great, it's smeared perfectly, like you're in rehab and have dark circles.
Ed: Oh my God! That's what I was going for!
Mark: It's like the opposite of those girls in Japan, the "Gyaru" girls.
Ed: What's that?
Mark: Gyaru girls are...remember years ago those teenage girls
in Osaka and Tokyo that dressed in that elaborate
goth-futuristic-new-romantic-kind-of street style, and were
photographed in magazines like FRUiTS and stuff?
Mark: Ok, well that whole scene faded away and now they all want to look like Paris Hilton.
Mark: Yea, but it's this really catawampus version of Paris Hilton, like California beach bunnies by way of Witchiepoo or Leigh Bowery. Just nuts, like I can't even describe it.
Ed: Oh my God! I've seen that! Don't they have long hair, and white block shapes on their eyes and are tan...like super-tan?
Mark: Yeah, like blackface! It's been going on for a while. There's whole armies of them over there...armies of blackface Witchiepoo Paris Hiltons attacking from Tokyo.
Ed: Oh my God! When do they get here?
Mark: Well, we can dream. And the music they listen to is even more insane. In fact, it almost sounds like your music, just super duper sped-up.
Ed: Really? Oh my God! Oh my God! Have you heard Swedish rap? It's crazy!
[Ed then breaks into a loud, accent-perfect imitation of Swedish rapping, complete with scale hand motions].