Kelsey stalked over to where some guy she certainly never met before was closely inspecting a motorcycle.
"Hey babe." He replied.
"Like, don't call me babe. I'm not a pig." She retorted. "Nice bike huh?"
"Hell yeah. She's a real beauty."
"Just remember dude, your eyes are like, in your head - not your fingertips."
The guy smirked.
"I mean it dude." Kelsey continued. "You like, keep your dirty paws off my bike."
"Your bike?" he gaped.
Kelsey rolled her eyes.
"Y'know, no matter where we go, there's always like, some moron who thinks chick s can't ride."
He snickered.
"By the way," she added, changing her tone of voice, "I like, don't think you're gonna get far without this."
The guy took one look at the small engine part in Kelsey's hand, groaned and then laughed.
"Ok, ok, caught. But you can hardly blame me can you? How much stuff did ya steal to get her?"
"I didn't steal a thing, bozo-brain. My like, boyfriend gave her to me."
"Your boyfriend?"
"Yeah. And he bought it with honest money."
"Ooh." He replied sarcastically.
"Hey! Fingers! Long time no see!" Blade called, joining them.
"Blade! Good ta see you again."
"You like, know this moron?" Kelsey asked Blade.
"Sure. We've been friends forever."
"Your like, so-called friend tried to make off with my bike."
"So what else is new?"
Kelsey gave him a look. Then she turned back to Fingers.
"Fingers huh? I'm like, guessing you've been aptly named."
"Sure, sure. And who are you sexy?"
"Everyone calls me Kel."
"Actually," Blade cut in. "some of us like to call her Kill. Killer Kel."
Kelsey just rolled her eyes again, replaced the engine part in her motorcycle and zoomed off.