A group of scenesters walk into their hot-topic-of-the-minute, catwalk subsitute of a 'nightclub,' hoping to flaut their new array of star/gun/rose belts and pose like they forgot to take their butplugs out:
Bouncer: Got any i-d?
Scenesters: Erm, NO. We're scene...we don't believe in personal identity...*hide faces further under hair to disguise the fact that they are all fucking 12 years old.*