((You're walking down the road one day. Chillin'. You got a snug black hoodie on, hands in your pockets and your back in a gamers epic chronic slouch as you wander the sidewalk in the middle of the night. To you, you're just a chill nice fella in a world of Chads and Stacies. But to the duo walking toward you, you're a sleazy criminal who's out to kidnap them. Which you aren't, let me clarify. You aren't.))

Tiffany looks at you and gasps, her fluffy blonde hair flows as she grabs at her pocket to pull out a little pink cellphone. Tiffany - "AH! L-Luna! That person looks scary! Good thing I have this taser that looks like a cellphone, to trick them into coming close! And, it will message five of my contacts to say I'm in danger!" Luna, her black hair greasy enough to sit still, glances at you before drawing her revolver and pointing it at your head. Luna - "Back off." You're standing there like a deer in the headlights as Tiffany pretends to gossip on the plastic phone and Luna pulling back the hammer, one of the girls being far more threatening than the other.