Tegan looked at Sara with smoldering eyes. "Let's make sex!" she said while grabbing her crotch like a sexy gangster.
Sara nods, "Sounds good to me, after all we are twins who came out of the same vagina so that seems legit." Sara pauses, eyes glittering like many glistening maggots before croning: "iNow I gotta get up here / and prove the importance / of my clothes./i"
"Pfft," Snorted Tegan, "Clothes are for people who aren't about to have sister sex."
"No, idiot, it's a song. Well, that and a good reason why teenagers shouldn't be allowed to write songs."
"True that, double true." Tegan pauses, looking into Sara's eyes like one of those books written by the guy who wrote the Notebook, you know, the ones with covers that have a bunch of white people staring into each others eyes and crying, "Speaking of mom's vagina, why don't you and use our vaginas to touch!"
"Hellz yeah, iI saw my first angel / and it was you/i-"
"Wait," Tegan interrupts, "I'm an angel?"
"No, but your lady clam sounds like one."
Tegan cocks her head to the side and considers this. "Angelic Queefs?"
Sara just shrugs, "I'm not really sure where I was going with that, to be honest, but sure. I love and accept you - all of you - even your queefs."
Tegan mock growls like a large cat, because apparently that's pretty sexy. "Race you to our eco-friendly flannel bedsheets?"
Sara smiles shyly, like this isn't an every day event in their hectic lives and soft music that's only vaguely reconcilable as iSuperstar/i starts playing on her iPhone 5 (which we all know from season three has been possessed by Rob's ghost) and they start lip-synching their song to each other. By first choirs they're already naked and horny with all the UST that's about to be vanquished like other cultures who have been violently introduced to Small Pox.
Tegan leans forward, her face illuminated by the candles that Rob's ghost lit via wifi - each tiny flame dancing to the beat like so many glowing fire hazards and she whispers "Your glistening mound reminds me of the Eye of Sauron."
Sara sighs dreamily, "Oh Tegey baby, no one understands our love."
*fade to black, but not a racist black, just a darkness that lacks light. You know what I mean*