Biohazard
“I thought for sure she was going to fall, trying that pole trick, and I’d have to clean up more blood tonight.”
“Oh no! Not stripper blood!”
“What?”
“Stripper blood’s dangerous.”
“What, why?”
“It’s filled with glitter and shame.”
“That stuff doesn’t come out.”
What's Your REAL Name? 
Won’t lie. I laughed.
I was The second speaker in the conversation. I’m glad you laughed; I laughed, too.