Pink: Much better, yes?
Nightshade: It's so silky. When can I style it?
Pink: We curl it tomorrow.
Nightshade: Uh oh.
Ash: Would you mind coming over here to talk with me for a minute?
Ash: Nightshade, do you know who Promethius was?
Nightshade: Nope.
Ash: Promethius was the one who stole fire from the gods and gave it to men. The gods were so upset they chained him to a rock where a bird would come down and peck out his liver only to regrow it and have it happen again the next day forever after.
Ash: The point is, Nightshade, that you have done far worse than steal fire from me and I think I've been pretty good humored about it. But I have limits. If you must bring your double with you here, stop dressing her up the same way. It's really creepy, and your fashion sense is bad enough without it being multiplied by two.
Ash: I'm glad we had this chat. Nice hair, by the way. I'm glad Pink has convinced you to start bathing.
Elsewhere:
Penny: I'm going crazy! Every time I think I'm going to get his pants off, he disappears or something happens to interrupt us!
Penny: S-E-X. You'd never think a boy would be so hard to get some from.
Valentine: It's probably just coincidence.
Penny: I'm starting to think something's wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me?
Valentine: Of course he likes you! Just the other day he stopped by with flowers and chocolates for you and seemed really sad when you weren't here and gave them to me instead. He told me his father is a priest or something like that, so he might just be a little old fashioned.
Penny: Hmm. That would make more sense. He's very romantic, and attentive, but I just get the feeling there's something off. That must be it. I'll just have to try harder.
Meanwhile:
Nightshade: NOOOOOO!
Pink: What's wrong?
Nightshade: It's Beressa! Word on the 'net is she's been... cancelled.
to be continued...