no little punk girl don’t walk into the lightning storm! your outfit is so conductive! little punk girl nooooooo
the lighting strikes her eyebrow piercing and travels down the spikes on her jacket to the chains on her pants down the hooks of her boots till it’s grounded in the 2 inches of rubber at the bottom of her stompers and she blinks comically, pulls out a mirror, admires her newly fried hair, and walks away happily
