"Stop copying me, you bimbo!"
"Puu, I think you are the one who's copying me!" Ming Yin spat back while puffing out her ample bosom.
Frostella nearly popped a blood vessel. "Me? Copy you??? Look here, you homewrecking whore! My soft, supple babies are far more appealing to the male gaze than your flabby, milk-deficient fat bags!"
"Y-You…"
Before the catfighting could get any more heated, Romulus raised a hand and said, "There is no more reason for you to describe to me your purpose. I got the gist of most of it with that sla— I mean, through a special technique of mine." He nearly let slip his true purpose for slapping her a second ago. Luckily, though, she was too caught up in staring at more and more of the handsome face being uncovered with the continued cracking of his raven mask.
Pay my taxes!? You surely just!