The settling dust from the wall plaster made Brittany look like a ghost.  Coughing a puff of white powder the cheerleader scolded the gung-ho hick, “You jerk, do you know how much work it takes to keep hair this soft and shiny? Of course you don’t, just look at you.  UGH!” she smacked his arm futilely sending another cloud of dust airborne.  “Where did Colonel Klink go?” she asked as she searched through the thick dust for the Army Man.