GET OUT OF THE MAP~
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NIKI: It all starts in Paris. The city of love. The city of romance. The city of hearts and bread, of dreamers, of travelers and wanderers alike. The city of croissants and escargot! The city of --
DINDI: UNSHAVED ARMPITS.
ASHE: Okay, Din.
NIKI: ... Ehem. Anyway. Back to the point. The city of--
DINDI: It's true! Women don't shave their armpits. Europeans think it's pretty.
NIKI: ... Apparently, they do. So. Paris. Aside from being the city of armpit hair, it is also the venue for--
JESHA: GOOD RECEPTION.
ASHE: Good... reception. I see.
JESHA: Seriously. You should try calling your mom from the top of the Eiffel Tower.
DINDI: ...Something about their signal... -trails off-
NIKI: YES. RIGHT. YES. Going back... Where was I?
JESHA: Eiffel tower.
NIKI: No.
DINDI: Hairy armpits.
NIKI: No.
...
ASHE: KISSING. FRENCH KISSING. PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION.
NIKI: ... Yes. We know. We see it in the movies. But the point is--
ASHE: The point is that the French are MIGHTY INCESTUOUS.
DINDI: ...Something about snogging their relatives... -trails off-
NIKI: No! You don't understand! It's tradition!
JESHA: To kiss your cousin?
NIKI: Yes! I mean, no! NO. It's how they greet each other!
DINDI: Makes you wonder how they say good-bye.
JESHA: ... I want French Fries.
ASHE: They're not really French though, are they?
NIKI: No. No. No. NO. NO. NO.
...
JESHA: Let's go to Paris!
DINDI: Yeah, we're going somewhere!
ASHE: ... Where?
NIKI: -facepalm-
_TO BE CONTINUED_
