“Fuck that bitch,” Way said, “Crayon Pop will never stop until we reach the top.”
“Fuck that bitch,” the other members agreed.
Suddenly Ellen burst into the room waving a tattered rain soaked piece of paper shouting, “We have the location!!”
The paper was an official release by Taeyeon's family, signed and dated by the funeral director himself. Ellen started to weep with joy as the other girls stood up and walked over to her, treading on holy ground.
“Target acquired. Operation ‘Laugh as Shoshitters Drop’ is agogo,” Way said with a smirk, “Lipstick.”
“Red is for dead,” Gum Mi said as she pulled out her tube and applied it to her lips.
“Violet is for violate,” Cho A said, doing the same.
“Blue is for fuck you,” So Yul said.
“P-purple is for drum circle!” Ellin shouted.
“Fucking retard,” Way yelled, “Purple is for hurtful,” she said snapping a cat-of-nine-tails across the table. Ellin bolted upright whimpering, her ass a painful reminder of the cost of failure.
“And Grey is for let’s play” Way continued. “Get your shit together! We move out at zero dark. Remember that this is it you scandalous little sluts, time to show the world who really runs shit. The only national tragedy here is that we weren’t at the top of the charts this year! It’s time to POP, POP, POP!”
“POP, POP, POP, WATCHING SHOSHITTERS D-D-D-DROP” they all said in unison, raising their fists high into the air.
So the stage was set; the dark conspiracy was in motion, swirling like a smoothie machine filled with blood.