Dolly slaps Tidbits' foot from her chest, kicking out and drags herself up by her shaky arms onto her knees, her head bleeding from the right temple as she holds her arms out- the cobwebs clearing as she starts piecing together what happened,

"What the fuck guys?"

She asks looking at the drool mouthed Slathe, Tidbits who's licking the back of his hand like a cat and the crack-whore Patty who is on her hands and knees scrounging through the gravel on the ground making sure nothing legit fell out of her pipe.

Dolly stands and dusts herself off,

"First a fat lesbian roller derby cunt, and now a goddamn AIDS infested lot lizard crack fiend? SLATHE?!"

Slathe looks at the ground kicking a few rocks with his feet,

"Why in the hell don't you just have Bitchtits take me out himself? I've seen him fight, he's more than capable. Do you not trust him?"

Tidbits looks over at Slathe scratching his head,

"Oh, Tiddy-baby... Are you too stupid to realize? Slathe values Pooky bitch over here more than you!"

Patty digs a finger into her ass crack to get at a nagging itch before giving it a good sniff.

"He thinks that she is better than you, Jet Li Unchained. This dumfounded junkie whore....

HEY! SKINNY TITS!"

Dolly gets Patty's attention by holding a baggie with a powdery white substance inside. Patty reacts like a zombie noticing a lone human in an apocalyptic city and starts running toward Dolly. Slathe and Tidbits stand there watching as Dolly leads Patty across the street over to an open semi trailer and throws the baggie, which is really crushed up aspirin inside of the 53 foot trailer.

Dolly closes the semi doors and locks the latch, dusting her hands off and sighing long with a cute little chuckle as she walks back over to Tidbits.

"Awe... Maybe Slathe was right?"

Dolly kicks the fuck out of Tidbits' shin causing him to fall over as she grabs her title, flipping Slathe the bird as she walks off.

"Go fuck yourself boys!"

Her voice echoes from the distance,