>>19351559"P-Poppy, are they gon' beat each'otha up?"
"I dunno, but as long as it gets me out of trouble, I can't say I really care what happens."
That's when Serena cuts the crap and straight-up uses the power of the cooch to deal an uppercut on Skeeter Skidouche that leaves him battered up and discombobulated. Black fumes expel from his orifices again, but in a much faster manner than before.
"G-GYUUHHHHH!"
A tooth or two fly straight out of his mouth and into the snow. It's really odd how Serena's capable of handling situations that take you nigh six straight days to deal with. Kind of a low brow hit to your ego.
Skeeter's abnormal abilities and tanker bulk quickly recover from what would have been a stunning blow for anyone else. He gets up, stands tall, and rears his face in Serena's.
"What the hell was that for, HUH YA CHUMP? Trying to step in my gumbo, huh? Squeeze my grill before the cats can home? You don't know who you're messin' with, girly! But I 'spose I can forgive ya for it, since you're hot and all, just grab my trunk and we'll can it even, huh?"
A) "What trunk?~"
B) "Fondle me to the fullest extent of your desire, but do not, do not /ever/, attempt to bring her into it."
C) "You're tempting me to go for another blow, and I'd rather not, that really chapped my knuckles."
D) "Nothing you say makes any sense whatsoever."