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Spotlight

"Fucking fluoride I'm psyched to be out killing again." Pasty rubbed her hands together with a devilish smirk. "We haven't gotten any orders for a while."

"I know," Cherry chuckled. "And what a treat that we got so many for those specific two. We'll be having a spectacular time today, Pasty darling!"

The two laughed, the big red ship they had used for thousands of years on autopilot, flying through endless space and heading towards Earth to go and finish off their targets.

"Now Pasty darling, remember to strike your dramatic pose once we arrive! The more emphasis on it the better, we're absolutely glamorous, and we must wear it proudly!"

Pasty smirked. "How about this?"

She struck a pose, and Cherry gasped, falling backwards in exaggeration and landing on the table. "Oh! How absolutely incredible! You shimmer with pure stylish energy!"

Pasty chuckled, and Cherry got back up, giving a smirk of her own.

"Now please do allow your eyes to feast upon this, my toothpaste-haired comrade!"

Cherry struck a dramatic pose and Pasty whooped, clapping her hands quickly and loudly. "Goddamn! Nobody's going in your spotlight, you're the star of the hour!"

"Ah, but the spotlight is now being occupied by a new star, you!" Cherry dramatically yelled. Pasty struck another pose, and Cherry fell to her knees.

"Oh! The pure sparkling and radiant aura of that pose is enough to upstage me! What a tragedy!"

"Oh, but somebody just called in sick tonight, and they need a replacement! You! And you know who got sick? The lead star!"

Cherry sprawled out on the table, posing fabulously with a confident smirk.

"OH!! KNOCK EM DEAD!!" Pasty cried, clenching her chest as if she was having a heart attack. "I'M DYING! I'M DYING HERE! SOMEBODY GET ME AN AMBULANCE!!"

"I have sent one to come into the spotlight!" Cherry shouted. "And do you know who's driving it? You!"

Pasty ran around the room, making ambulance noises and pretending to drive. "Wee-woo wee-woo! Beep! Get off the road, grandma! WHERE THE HELL D'YOU LEARN TO DRIVE?!"

She pretended to pull over, making screeching brakes noises. She made grunting noises of effort. "Augh! I need my assistant to help me pull this heavy stretcher out of the ambulance!"

"Assistant?" Cherry laughed, giving a sneer. "I'm the one in the limelight tonight, darling!"

She jumped up into a standing position, and began to strike poses rapidly, also dancing. Pasty gasped and then fell to the ground once more, clenching her chest.

"I'M HAVING A STROKE!! HER FABULOUSNESS IS TOO POWERFUL!! I NEED REINFORCEMENTS!!"

"PERISH!!" Cherry cackled, really getting into...whatever this was. "PERISH ON THE GROUND LIKE FILTHY VERMIN UNDER THE CRUEL, UNFORGIVING RAYS OF THE SUN!!"

Pasty made choking noises, like she was trying to scream, but it was held back by a lack of air to breathe. She went limp, closing her eyes.

"I'm dead."

"Oh!" Cherry cried out, covering her mouth with all four of her hands, quivering. "I've killed her! I've killed the ambulance driver, who is also my lawyer! Now I will never be able to get away with the murder of my ex-fiancée, his mistress, and their eleven children!"

Pasty sat up.

"What?"

"It's improv, darling."

Pasty snickered, standing up. "Either way, we're so gonna kick those guy's asses today."

"You can say that again, darling." Cherry said with pride, smirking at the thought of shattering the girl's wife right in front of her, and then slicing her to pieces.

Oh, if they'd only known what would happen that day, and the grand struggle to end those two that would happen afterward.