Status Updates From It’s Not a Cult

'My sweets...' she croons, her tone mock-messianic. 'We are witness. Today, all witnessss...to the greatest...wait...'
She sees one of the stragglers, a young woman with pink hair, pouring our wine into stolen glasses. She glares at her until, with further mock-deference, Pink-Hair giggles, bows and offers it up to the bed.
'Aaa-thank you, yes, all witness! To, let's face it, the greatest stories ever toooold!'

should've known an artist would write like a poet