"McGee, get your scrawny ass back over here right now or I swear to god I will make you regret it!" Andrea screamed at Molly as she darted to the other side of the Davenport dining room.
"Not a chance! That stuff is absolutely disgusting! I'd rather starve then eat any more of that!" Molly shouted in protest, wiping her tongue with her hand to try and erase as much of the taste of the disgusting brown chunks from her taste buds as possible.
"You don't have to eat a lot of it you idiot, just enough for the video!" Andrea shouted.
"Wait, so you're not going to try and make me eat nothing but this 'slave chow' mess? You just want me to eat it for the video? Like an internet challenge video or something?"
"McGee, why is it so hard for you to listen to anything I say. We're just going to do a commercial for the new 'slave chow' we're selling down at the store. All I want is a cute little slave girl savoring it and saying how much she loves it that way people will want to buy it to feed their new… family members."
"But, I don't love it. It's not even edible. It tastes like generic brand dog food."
"It is dog food genius! But we slap a new label on the bag and we can sell it at twice the price."
"That's… that's evil. You're forcing people to eat this garbage and ripping them off at the same time."
"That's not evil McGee, that's just business. I know you don't really understand it because your family has always been poor but that's how things work in this country. That might not be how they do things back in China but here that's called the American Dream."
"There are so many things wrong with what you just said but let's just start with the fact that I'm half Thai, not Chinese and second I was born in the US."
"So then, what is your excuse for being so ignorant? If you were born here then you should understand this."
"Not everyone believes in the same things you believe in Andrea. Not everyone is so intent on making a profit at any cost. Some people want to Enhappify things rather then drain them for all they're worth."
"I'm 98 percent sure you just made that word up. Plus, I think it's pretty clear what happens to people who aren't interested in making money."
"Fine, I'll ask… what happens to people who aren't interested in making money?"
"Are you… are you serious McGee? Holy cow! I can't believe I'm saying this but I think I might have bought the wrong one! I should have bought the one who doesn't know how to comb her hair. I could have just given HER a glow up. She at least understood how the world works."
"Hey, don't talk about Libby like that. She is pretty… in her own way… on the inside. And what do you mean she understood how the world works? She isn't anything like you and she definitely doesn't believe in the terrible things you believe in."
"Oh I'm sure she doesn't but she KNEW she was a loser. One little mispronunciation and she spent seven years trying to win my forgiveness. She knew that my opinion mattered. She knew that what I thought of her was more important than what she thought of herself. I matter, she doesn't. Why do you think on your first day of school when you mispronounced my name I forgave you? It was just a little reminder to her of how pathetic she is. She didn't get the same treatment as the new girl."
"You're… You're evil."
"Sticks and stones McGee."
"No, seriously you are evil! Libby is a good person and always has been and you ruined any chance of her having a normal social life just because you thought she was beneath you?"
"Aww, the poor little thing. No real friends until Molly McGee came to her rescue. Look what good that did for her; if you weren't here she might have been my new toy instead."
"Do you actually think that being your property is something that anyone would want? I don't want to be your 'toy' and neither does anyone else. In fact, people aren't actually your friends you know, right? They are just afraid of you and want something from you."
"Oh really? I remember a little miss somebody who saved me from some bad PR due to a candy charity cheating scandal. If you weren't my friend, why did you do that? What did YOU want from me then McGee?" Andrea chuckled.
"Seriously Andrea, I did that because I felt bad for you! I arranged for everyone to find out about the fact that you didn't really sell all that candy but then I realized that you were only doing it to get attention from your parents because they are even worse people then you are! I… FELT…BAD FOR YOU!"
Andrea's eyes started twitching, looking at Molly and realizing that what she had just said was true. Molly, feeling smug from outsmarting Andrea watched the rage in her grow and quickly realize she had just made a terrible mistake.
"Oh no, please no… I… I didn't mean it. I was your friend, I did it because I liked you not because I felt bad… how could I feel bad for you, you are amazing and everything you do is perfect. Ha ha, that was just one of my famous Molly McGee jokes, definitely not something to take seriously. Hey, maybe we should film that commercial you wanted to film? I bet I can look really convincing when I say how tasty this… stuff… is." Molly whimpered.
Powered by rage, Andrea wrapped her fingers in the pretty pink collar around Molly's neck and dragged her over to one of the dining room chairs. Molly gasped for breath as Andrea pulled her across the room, suddenly finding her body draped over Andrea's lap with her feet dangling off the ground. As Molly tried in vain to slide off Andrea's lap her eyes grew large as she felt Andrea's hand landing with considerable force against her butt. Before she was even able to process what was happening she felt a half dozen more painful slaps.
"Stop, please stop Miss Andrea. I'm so so so sorry!" Molly cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"You think you're sorry now! When I'm done you won't EVER want to do something so mean to your Mistress ever again."