Re: first class - baths
She woulda had a good pout if she knew he was comparin' her to some gal with a borin' name. Who named their kid Sally, anyways? But that didn't matter, because she didn't know, or she mighta blown his head clean off just to prove she wouldn't be insulted. But she was busy clappin' just then. Clappin' and cooin,' and her pigtails bounced from side to side when he asked if she wasn't scared. "I don't scare easy," she told him proudly. "I seen all kinds of things that would scare the pants off people. You ain't scary. You're just the cutest. Not as cute as Mister J, but a cutie. Why's bein' scary so important?"
But she'd been stallin' too long. She was gonna be a rogue tonight, and that meant he was gonna have to be cute and dead. Assumin' he could die. She hadn't thought about that until just then. She frowned. "Can ya die?" she asked. She wished she could take it back almost immediately. She didn't think she was supposed to go askin' those kinds of questions. If Mister J asked B-Man if he could die, B-Man would lie- Wait. That was all wrong. B-Man never lied. That would be too fun. "Ya better tell me the truth," she added threateningly, stepping closer to him and trying to blink the bazooka back into her hand.
It didn't work, and she pouted at the wrong weapon for just a nanosecond. The gun with the green stuff would have to work, though it didn't look menacin' at all. It was kinda puny. She waved it all over, high above her head. Maybe that would make it look bigger. "Stop talkin' so much and get in that bath," she said, pokin' his shoulder with the gun for good measure, then rememberin' to hold it high.
Gee, bein' the main baddy in a game sure was hard work.