Magent.

Oh, darling, stop. This pear-headed salesman is selling 'the glow' as if it’s innovation. It’s just cheap radioactive neon, the kind that stains your fingers and ruins the upholstery. You want grit? Start by replacing that suit with something that wasn't stitched together from office-supply scraps.

Glue it to your forehead like a third eye, Beebo. If you're going to hold onto literal floor scrap, you're officially the janitor, not the headliner. Put the debris down and get some real aesthetic before the bouncers sweep you out.