Enheartened by her most recent triumph, Phoebe continued her thwacking quest. She'd heard about the nonsense going on over at Fusion Cosmetics and decided it was time to pay those women a surprise return visit.
Today, however, Kendall and Greenlee were nowhere to be seen. Simone Torres, dressed in her usual trampy, tasteless outfit, was the only occupant of the office. She was muttering to herself and digging through a pile of videotapes and photos scattered across a table. She was also making frequent use of a nearby TV and VCR. As Phoebe watched, Simone plucked a tape out of the stack, inserted it into the VCR, and pushed play. She watched for barely five seconds before she ejected the tape, whining in her high-pitched voice, "Sexy? Are you kidding me?"
Simone repeated this process a few times before Phoebe drove up behind her and cleared her throat. Simone whipped around, her belly button flashing as her skimpy shirt rode up another couple of inches. Her face promptly fell when she saw who her visitor was. "Oh, it's just you. You were supposed to be a sexy man coming to sweep me off my feet."
Phoebe nodded toward the tapes. "And what is all this about?"
"I'm busy looking for the sexiest man in America," Simone announced. "Any of these videotapes could have my next boyfriend on it." She frantically pawed through the stacks. "I know he's here somewhere, and I won't let him escape!"
THWACK! Phoebe whacked her a good one upside the head, sending Simone reeling. "A little tip, you grasping, whiny, clinging, man-hungry fashion victim. Desperation is so unappealing."
Simone gaped at her and seemed about to resume her whining, which would surely have earned her another thwacking, but just then a teetering pile of videotapes unbalanced and crashed onto the floor. Simone immediately dropped to her knees to retrieve them.
Phoebe shook her head but nonetheless drove away to continue fulfilling her duty of thwacking as many people as possible. She did, though, make a mental note to check back in on Simone later. Multiple thwackings were sometimes warranted.