Esther Jen brought the two girls to a giant shed in the woods. It was filled with many womandigos like her along with flowers, pink decorations, and scented candles.
"Welcome to the She Shed." said Esther Jen, "Here we mingle with our fellow womandigos and eat chocolate till we are prepared for battle."
Mabel looked up at the ceiling, which was made of glass.
"Wouldn't a glass ceiling potentially shatter and kill the people below it?" asked Mabel.
"It's a metaphor." said Esther Jen.
"So you mentioned battle. Who are you battling?" asked Wendy.
"The Manotaurs. They've been our sworn enemies since the Great Toilet Seat Conflict."
"Hey, my brother knew the Manotaurs." said Mabel.
"Is that so?" said Esther Jen, "I guess its no surprise considering your brother has a defective Y chromosome."
"Defective?" said Mabel, "That's rather sexist."
"Womandigos can't be sexist; it's biologically impossible." said Esther Jen.
"Well I for one am sick of men." said Wendy, "Do you have a weapons closet and an arena? I want to let out some frustration."
"Sure." said Esther Jen, "But be warned, it's that time of the month for us, so we womandigos can get quite aggressive."
"I don't care. I just wanna fight."
"Then take this with you." said Esther Jen, handing a sword over to Wendy.
Wendy got on the arena. She took on the womandigos one by one, deafeating each one. Esther Jen looked on with interest.