"Hey, Steve."

Molly stood very nonchalantly on a fence next to Dirty Steve. Her arms were propped up behind her and her hat was in her eyes.

"Yeah?" Steve spit.

"You're an idiot."

Steve throws his arms in the air.

"Dammit, Molly, now where the hell do you get off saying that!?"

"I reckon 'I get off saying' it fairly well."

"You shouldn't say things like that Molly; it ain't ladylike."

Molly takes in a long breath and sighs.

"Steve, do you ever bathe?"

"Course I bathe! Stop asking me stupid questions; you're tryin' my last nerve!"

"I've only asked you one question, Idiot."

"Molly, why do you hate me so much!?"

"Because you're a racist bastard that smells like shit. And for your information I was asking if you ever bathe as a product of your benefits."

"What the hell!?"

"I was just going to say that you would look very nice clean, Steve."

"Oh…well thank you."

……

"Bastard…"

"Dammit, Molly! I ain't afraid to hit a girl!"

"Don't worry; I'm not either."

"What the hell does that-dammit Molly!"

"God, you are stupid. Beating the hell out of you isn't as amusing anymore."

She walks back to the house.

"Dammit Molly! Come back here! Fight me like a man."

Molly laughs.

"But I'm a woman, Steve."