Oceana squawks. "Ow, bitch. Ever think about being a little less heavy-handed?" Of course not. If she weren't, she wouldn't be the Jolie that Oceana knows and loves. She's happy to move past the rather sticky spot in their conversation, though.

"Don't fucking worry, where are we gonna elope to? The moon? You'll be the first one we tell, mama."

She rolls her eyes heavily.

"Mermaids aren't cute, we're ethereal." Says the bitch in the leather dress and lucite heels.