Bitchface: (screams [in the whiniest voice she can muster]) YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE, YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!
The Boy: (in a calm but matter-of-fact tone) No I didn't.
Bitchface walks (well, waddles) away. The Boy then pushes the cart into the back of Bitchface once more, this time causing sparks to come out of her lower back and kankles. Bitchface is alarmed and prepares to yell at The Boy but instead is tickled by the turn of events.
Bitchface: Hey that was kind of fun.
The Boy then rams the cart at full force into her gut. (Chaos ensues) She explodes, causing fireworks to shoot out of her in every direction imaginable. The fireworks explode in the most exquisite manner, causing confetti to rain down from the ceiling. All that remained of her was a pile of empty peanut shells on the floor.
The Boy: Yeah, that was kinda fun.
