"Arise," said a spiteful monotonic Daria. She fluttered her teenaged hands over the decollated Quinn's body, and her head flew back into place and re-attached like nothing happened at all. "God Daria, that kind of hurt, you know." Daria scoffed. "No duh, Einstein. Now, I have revived you for a reason." Quinn gulped. "Because you love me?" Daria said No, and Quinn said "thank god, I was afraid I'd have to return the feelings." Daria put her hands in a criss-cross formation like Gendo Ikari's famous for. "Quinn, do you remember.. the old house?" Quinn put her hand on her hip. "Yeah, it was in that irradieated dunghole of a town, Highland Texas." Daria got an evil malicious expression on her face. "Do you remember those two boys I knew?" Quinn thought for a moment. "What were their names... Benny and Bluntstead? Whatever, those two ugly fucks that looked like smashed up potatoes with bodies and limbs?" Daria nodded, then leaned in. "My request is simple. I want you to help me get them. As in kill them. Gone. Murdered."

Quinn gasped. "But Daria, I can't help you murder them! Murder isn't sexy by fashion standards! Right now it's cyberbullying, Daria! CY-BER-BULL-LY-ING!" Daria frowned. "Oh fuck man, nothing says sexy like trying to drive people mentally ill with a keyboard and a mouse. And why do you care about being sexy? you're a fucking fetus." Quinn let out a squelching scream. "I'm not a fetus! YOU'RE a fetus, you 5'2" depresso with cream, you white bitch!" For once in her life, Daria wasn't sure how to respond. She could easily handle getting called fetus or even 5'2", but depresso with cream? White? Does the cream make her white? "I don't fucking care if I'm a depresso, you're gonna help me with this whether or not it's in the fashion."

"Look. Beavis and Butthead are annoying, and I'll never forgive them for their crimes against humanity. They got to go down Quinn. They're the reason it's not safe to stand in Highland for too long." Quinn sighed. "Daria, Daria, Daria. Why don't you let it go? We're MUH-HILES away from them now, just let your hate and anger end." Daria held out a 100 dollar benjamin dollar. "Help me get Beavis and Butthead, and a hundred old fuckers could be yours." Quinn pondered the offer. "Fine. But you let me have your black torn tank. Punk is the next trend, according to Staci." Daria moaned. "Fine. But we gotta get through till spring break first."