Come On You Slags!

I'm going to give you a coming-out party, at your house. It's perfect. You can't refuse. It's my gift to you. It's your fantasy.

Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy, especially right now.

The party isn't the fantasy! I know what you'd like. It's the fantasy you once told me about. Remember?

I don't remember telling you about it. What is it? What's the fantasy?

Come on you slags!