"There is only one thing to do with a cheating partner. Melt him down for parts." - Today's Modern Female Siyborgh
Ursy missed. How could she miss? That never happened. Her cog of sharpshooting must be malfunctioning. She gave herself a quick shake and aimed her weapon again.
"What the frukx, Ursy? Are you trying to get us arrested?" Wulff hollered, ducking behind a stone altar.
Common sense rolled right over her simmering rage. "Is this why you wanted to split up? So you could get your rod polished?" she hollered. A part of her tried to interject that what he did - and with whom - wasn't any of her business.
"It's not what you think."
"You ran to meet with a whore!" she snapped.
"Excuse me." The voluptuous female with three full breasts interjected. "I find that word highly offensive. I am a highly skilled courtesan."
"Skilled, my geared-up butt. You fuck for money," Ursy boldly stated.