"There's nothing wrong with that! I bet you're all kinds of<em>boobly</em>on the inside."<em>Smirk.</em>"Why don't you just say what you want to, Sveta. I always say things in my own way... my own Yang-ly way. I do my<em>breast.</em>"<em>Smirk.</em>"Hey Ruby! You know that school report you need to do?"<br/><br/>"The one on the Himalayas? What about it?"<br/><br/>"I found you a model for Mount Everest! And they come in a pair!"<br/><br/>"Neat!" Came Ruby's response. "Yo, where's yo wallet at, sistah? I can't find it!"<br/><br/>"I dunno, come check Sveta's boobs. It probably got lodged in there. I'd say it's worth a look,<em>wallet you?</em>"<em>Smirk.</em><br/><br/>"Oh, that's a good idea! Grab a rope from the garage, I don't wanna get lost when I go spelunking!" God, the two of them were<em>terrible!</em>Yang feeds off Ruby, who feeds of Yang... who feeds off Sveta's misery, apparently.<br/><br/>"Sure thing. I can<em>rope-a-dope.</em>"<em>Smirk.</em>Oh god. Kill her now.