Gerilla laughed loudly. "Green Peacock tribe, Blue Peacock tribe, Yellow Peacock tribe, and Black Peacock tribe—aren't we all one? We share the same features; why make it sound different?" She chuckled.
"There's a difference! A big difference! If you don't get out of here, I will make you regret your existence!" Yanny threatened.
Gerilla chuckled. "Shhhh... don't shout; you will attract many people. Once they know that you killed all your mates just in a day, do you still think any more males will want you, even if you propose to them yourself?" She smiled.
Yanny remained silent, her heart beating faster.
Gerilla sighed and walked behind Yanny, placing her arm around her neck and whispering, "Don't you want that new male of the ugly female?" A sweet smile appeared on her lips.
Yanny's eyes widened. "How do you know?" she questioned.
