[Heather skitters backwards-- because guess what, this IS her suit, she bought it and everything-- but not fast enough to avoid getting splattered with a fair amount of the punch.]
[She lets out a squeal.]
Ohmygod! DAMMIT!
[DOOMED TO STICKINESS FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT FUCK YOU RALPH ;-;]
[... Of course, around this point is when Godzilla notices that his trainer has just been ATTACKED and he whirls around, letting out a growl which would sound more threatening if it weren't muffled by the big slice of cake he had just put in his mouth.]
[Fortunately, Heather doesn't seem threatened so much as mildly outraged.]
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[Heather skitters backwards-- because guess what, this IS her suit, she bought it and everything-- but not fast enough to avoid getting splattered with a fair amount of the punch.]
[She lets out a squeal.]
Ohmygod! DAMMIT!
[DOOMED TO STICKINESS FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT FUCK YOU RALPH ;-;]
[... Of course, around this point is when Godzilla notices that his trainer has just been ATTACKED and he whirls around, letting out a growl which would sound more threatening if it weren't muffled by the big slice of cake he had just put in his mouth.]
[Fortunately, Heather doesn't seem threatened so much as mildly outraged.]
Oh, you did NOT just go there! I am--
[She grabs the bowl of ranch dressing.]