I Am Woman, Hear Me Bitch
'I'm not a Bitch. I'm the Bitch. And I'm Miss Bitch to you.'
Looking down at the plain black-on-white T-shirt in her hands, a slow, almost sinfully evil smile spread across Dorothy Catalonia's face. "Oh, I like this," she purred with an almost scarily happy lilt to her voice.
Relena gulped and fought back against the near-overwhelming urge to inch away from her press secretary. The other woman may never have used the ZERO System, but she could be scarier than anyone who ever had – even without Wing's buster rifle or Sandrock's shotels.
"A bitch," Dorothy mused. She grinned widely, showing more teeth than the average shark. "I really do like this."
"Er…why?" Relena couldn't help but ask. She cringed back into her chair as those stormy blue-gray eyes fixed on her with a manic gleam.
"Because anyone stupid enough to send this to me must expect retaliation," Dorothy said with relish. "Which means I can invectively attack them with extreme prejudice."
Relena nodded hesitantly. Dorothy's plans were not exactly in line with her pacifist beliefs…
But she really wished she wasn't holding so strongly to them; she would have liked to have been able to take revenge for the T-shirt she had received.
Dorothy grinned even wider. "And once everyone else in this little cluster-fuck of a game–" Relena blushed at the terminology, "–finds out what happened, they, too will know not to mess with me." She bared her teeth in a vicious smirk while looking dreamily off into space as she imagined what she was going to do.
"Ah," was the only thing Relena couldn't come up with that sounded even vaguely innocuous.
Dorothy laughed maniacally and declared, "Look out, Earth Sphere, the bitch is back!"
And she's lost her marbles, Relena thought with wry fondness, watching her secretary make a sound that could only be called 'cackling.'