"But Miss Cordelia what if I don't want 'em to stop?" Misty asked.
Cordelia glared at Misty.
"What do you mean?" She asked, slightly worried.
"I have never felt so powerful! Never have I ever been able to do anythin' to anyone without havin' ta control someone else, or a gator, or somethin'." Misty said, clearly excited for all of the wrong reasons.
"Misty-" Cordelia said.
"I feel like Jesus!" Misty declared, jumping onto the bed.
"MISTY!" Cordelia said, slightly angered now.
"What?" Misty asked. "What, Miss Cordelia?"
"For God's sake Misty just call me Cordelia, do you know how annoying it gets when the writers have to keep writing the same damn name over and over?" Cordelia said.
"The What-The Who now?" Misty asked.
"Christ, Misty." Cordelia said, defeated.
"Delia!" Misty hollered.
"WHAT?" She shot back.
"DELIA YOUR EYES!" Misty countered.
"What about them?" Cordelia asked, returning to her state of grace.
"They're black!" Misty said.
"That's racist, Misty." Cordelia said.
"But I'm black?" Misty said.
"No, you aren't." Cordelia said.
"4/20 blaze, blaze, blaze!" Misty said, rolling her tongue like the hispanics do.
"That's not even politically correct." Cordelia said.
Misty took off her boots and threw them at the wall.
"I'ma boss ass bitch bitch bitch." She sung.
"Misty, I'm the supreme." Cordelia reminded.
"Bitch bitch bitch," Misty continued.
"Christ, you're acting like a child, Misty." Cordelia said.
"An' you're mad because you can't have 'em?" Misty asked.