Lord Byron: Mary Shelley! You old spitfire!
Shelley: sup fucker
Byron: ho ho ho remember that summer at Villa Diodati?
Shelley: hell yeah
Byron: good times!
Shelley: fuck yeah

Byron: remember how percy wet his pants cuz he thought of nipple eyes?
Percy Shelley: I didn’t wet my pants!
Percy Shelley: I ran out of the room screaming!
Percy Shelley: there’s a difference!

Percy Shelley: I only ran away because I thought of a very scary image
Barker: so you were running away
Barker: from your thoughts?
Barker: the ones in your head?
Percy Shelley:
Mary Shelley: goddamnit percy your fuckin embarrassing me

Lord Byron: ah mary you’re a sight for sore eyes
Lord Byron: and who’s this delicate flower?
Shirley Jackson: [blushes, mumbles]
Mary Shelley: not gonna happen fucker

Lord Byron: mary you wound me, I simply wish to engage this beautiful creature in polite conversation
Mary Shelley: this beautiful creature’s under the protection of the queen witch
Lord Byron: now now I wasn’t going to
Mary Shelley: [flipping switchblade] move along, fucker