"Will you stop harping on the size of my breasts already? Geez, I don't know what it is that makes perfect strangers think they can make such personal comments."
"Testy, testy! You're the one who brought it up!"
"Throw that in my face, will you! Take _this_!"
And Brett rounds off and slugs you on the beaner.
Lying dazed on the floor, you rub your nose tenderly and curse the insecure tomboy.