June 11, 2010
[[A blonde woman and a brunette woman observe a snake on the ground.]]
Blonde: Whoa, a snake!
Blonde: I’m afraid of snakes.
[[The brunette looks pensive.]]
Brunette: I’m afraid of saying “Everything’s complicated right now, but maybe next year” until there are no more years left.
[[The blonde considers her response.]]
[[The brunette cuts her off mid-sentence.]]
Blonde: Do you–
Brunette: I want to be a storm chaser.
[[A tornado reaches from the black storm clouds to the earth, kicking up a sizable cloud of debris at its base. The blonde woman is at the wheel of a car, the brunette hanging out the window and holding a camera.]]