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[Graphite looks increasingly distraught, while Diamond remains sullen.]
Graphite: Diamond, you gotta help me get some art to sell at my fundraiser!
Diamond (from headspace): Well, what am I supposed to do, dig your stuff outta the landfill?

[Graphite is evidently under a lot of stress and pressure. She closes her eyes and slams her hand on the ground.]
Graphite: Y-you know what, forget it! I’ll figure it out myself.
[Diamond reaches out towards her, suddenly alarmed.]
Diamond (from headspace): Wait, Graphite—

[Graphite switches out, and Diamond switches in.]

[Diamond is left alone in her room.]