"Okay, stop crying, I went too far, but it's Audrey who made me pretend to be a dog first."
"But senior sister, you can't just lick someone's face so shamelessly."
"I was already treated like a dog, what's a lick going to hurt."
"You're such an idiot, senior sister."
...
Just as Dorothy, who had resurrected from the dueling rest room, ran into Audrey, face red from wiping away saliva, another round of verbal sparring erupted between the senior and junior sisters.
This time Dorothy emerged victorious, as the champion of verbal spats, she took on anyone who dared challenge her. This infuriated Little Fox, who puffed up her cheeks like buns, and resentfully glared at her unscrupulous senior sister the entire way, hoping her piercing gaze would curse her senior sister to stumble and fall.
Meanwhile, Dorothy was conducting her customary post-battle reflection.
