"You haven't even the slightest..."  She sighed, internally groaning - again - at the storm of words that followed.  "Why do you do this?  Is it reflex?  You've always got some awful, shitty pun to pull out of your hair whenever the need arises!"  Sveta glowered at Yang.  "And could you not use such words for them?  They are not..."  Her face colored more.  "...<em>boobs, or tits...or even Mount Everest!</em>"  It was getting bad.  Real bad.  She could feel her face burning up.  "Do you have any idea how I feel?  To know that...that this is<em>still a thing</em>?"  Yang was lucky, she had gotten to stop...well, quite some time before now.<br/><br/>Of course, this entire time, Sveta was still facing backwards, looking over her shoulder at Yang.