"...Mine are better."
"They're nice, but I think I've got you beat."
"You shouldn't even have any! Your diet is comprised of 90% beer!"
"Someone sounds jealous."
"And if I am!?"
"Wanna touch em?"
"A little bit!!"
In the training room, Valerie and Bekka were embroiled in a very intense contest.
Comparing which of the two of them had the best abs.
As for why the two of them were having this silly contest, neither of them could really say.
The two of them were just staring at each other a bit too hard in the bath this morning and now here they were, having this intense and entirely unnecessary debate.
"Argh! This isn't going to work! We need a neutral third party."
The girls seemingly had the same exact thought at once and closed their eyes to contact the rest of the wives telepathically.
'Girls, between Bekka and I, who has the best abs?' Valerie asked.
'And don't lie!'
