Becky's Fight
"Prepare to die, scum!" Exclaimed Becky Botsford, her finger on the trigger.
With a battle cry, she engaged the enemy, firing several shots, each of them meeting their mark.
She waisted no time in finishing the job.
With a single, massive blur of motion, she wiped the walls clean of the scum that daily plagued the lives of law abiding citizens everywhere. It was then that the voice of her Monkey sidekick interrupted her thoughts. She lowered the sponge and bottle of spray cleaner she'd been using to clean the shower and turned to address him.
"No, I don't think I'm being just a bit over dramatic." She replied. "Keeping a clean house as Becky Botsford, is just as important as keeping the streets clean as Wordgirl." She explained.
Bob slapped his forehead and muttered something, but left it at that.
(A.N) This was written years ago, but hasn't been posted till now.
Disclaimer-I don't own Wordgirl. I don't pretend to own Wordgirl. And I'm not making any money off this story.