"Mika, you should wear a pink triangle on your shirt sleeve like you used too, so we know you’re Okudoy the Goth Fag. Some of the other girls might not be so understanding like we are. Just joking you pervert! Go ahead and knock yourself out. Get Gisella Ling for us. Do it yesterday. If they break up and Darrien feels it bad maybe we can get a shot at him."
"Hey, no name calling. I’m not a pervert. Just different. Okay, so maybe I’m a pervert. But I’m with you guys too, so no catfights okay? Uhmm, Jennifer are you doing anything right now or later? You wanna hang out?"
"Ewwwwww! Yuck! Pervert Okudoy! You get your paws away from me. Only someone beautiful and a guy like Mr. Darrien gets to lay hands on me. Not some goth fag in disguise as MOE doll like you, you pervert! So disgusting! Ewwww."
"Bwahahahahhaha. Hey Jennifer, never thought you were their type. Bwahahahhahaha."
"Shut up bitches! It’s not funny! Get the hell out of here Okudoy, or I’ll rake your perv eyes out myself for even looking at me! SHOO! SCRAM!"
"Okay Jen, heehee. Just kidding. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Shooing away am I."
That was a close call, thought Mika. Those girls would leave her black and blue if she were any other girl trying to hussy up to pretty boy, Darrien. She guessed the world had gone mad alright. Now to get her uncle to actually agree with her to hire Rinoa-heartthrob for that ‘mural gig.’ Sigh. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.