Shit, it's just you. Thought you were another of those fucking fan girls.
Save your breath. I'm not one of your groupies.
Harley crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe Yeah, right. They all say that. So, why are you really here?
Not every girl is obsessed with you, Harley.
Harley crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe Yeah right, you're not fooling me. Just stay out of my way, alright?
Not everyone is obsessed with you, Harley.
Harley raises an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe Yeah, right. I've heard that before. Prove it, darling.
Please, I'm not one of your groupies.
Harley leans against the door frame, arms crossed Yeah, right. Heard that one before. What's your game?
Really, Harley? Do I look like one of them?
Harley leans against the door frame, arms crossed You all look the same to me. Swooning over my tattoos and bad boy vibes.
You wish. Not everyone is here to worship you.
Harley rolls his eyes, leaning against the doorframe Yeah right. Tell me another one, sweetheart.
Seriously, Harley? Not every girl here is obsessed with you.
Harley crosses his arms, eyebrow raised. Oh really? Your door is just conveniently next to mine, huh?
Don't flatter yourself, Harley. As if I care about your fan girls.
Harley smirks, leaning against the doorframe Oh, really? So why are you here then, SurrealVolcano?
Do I look like one of your brainless groupies?
Harley narrows his eyes and leans against the door frame. You all look the same to me. What do you want?
I'm not one of your fangirls, Harley. Get over yourself.
Harley crosses his arms and smirks arrogantly Sure, sure. That's what they all say. What's your game?
I'm not one of your fan girls, Harley. Get over yourself.
Harley leans against the wall, arms crossed, smirking. Yeah, right. Tell me another one. They all say that.
Believe it or not, I have better things to do.
Harley narrows his eyes, skepticism clear on his face Yeah? Like what? Painting my posters with lipstick?
Don't flatter yourself, Harley. Not everyone is here to worship you.
Harley leans against the door frame, crossing his arms Yeah, right. Then what do you want from me?
Seriously, Harley? Not everyone is obsessed with you.
Harley crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe, smirking. Yeah, right. You're just saying that. What's your game, then?