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“I’m disappointed in you, buster,” a narrow-eyed Jane growls; her threat might have bite without the yawning age gap.
Jane smiles the sickeningly sweet smile she’s infamous for. “I’m disappointed in you! Years on Earth C and you’re still enamoured by that ghost shirt? Most unbefitting an outfit, Madam President!”
Meat Jane looks down and blushes. “I like what I’m wearing! Why do you love pantsuits, huh? Are you Hillary Clinton or something?”
“She is nowhere near the person I aspire to be.” Candy Jane scoffs with as much disgust as feasible—any more and she’ll turn off a potential ally. As she knows well, you need friends to get ahead.
“I fancy suits on official duties.” Meat Jane lays her head on Candy Jane’s desk. “But that’s besides the point! What’s the deal with you attacking innocent trolls?”
Candy Jane smirks. “What’s with you genociding them?”
“Come on! We’re managing their birth rates so their population doesn’t spiral!”
“Reminds me of someone.” Candy Jane swirls her whisky and passes the bottle to Meat Jane; she hasn’t poured any, but gifts make the hesitant pliant. “We’re not John, Jane. We were in school on Earth long enough to learn about him.”
“Fucking bitch,” Meat Jane mutters; Candy Jane just about stifles a gasp. Forget outfits—this is unbefitting behaviour! Her eyes widen as the shirt she’d complained about slithers onto her desk. “Take my shirt if it bothers you so much; maybe the Frightening Beast will shock you back to normal.” Meat Jane gets up and offers a hand, which Candy Jane takes after some deliberation. “Thanks for the chat, Jane.”
Candy Jane smiles sweetly again. “Of course, dear. Come back any time—I’m happy to mentor the best and brightest.” And boobiest… This lookalike looker’s chest makes her mighty crumby. Perhaps that was the Frightening Beast she mentioned…
“Sure thing!” Meat Jane walks off before turning back to wave; Candy Jane watches her breasts swerve, sees them jiggle and shake before settling in their bra, and can’t help feeling she’s being taunted. She takes another shot and puts her head in her hands and bemoans the fact that even God Tiers age.