Stupid. She shook her head.
She grinned and hummed louder through clenched teeth, imagining Ringside tee shirts on all those crazy bitches, more of them joining in now that the first salvo had been thrown. She swayed and swirled, dancing with the feeling of the pleasant fantasy. Added a few la-dee-da lyrics to the inane jam, shouting melodiously in response to the derogatory comments. Once they realized she wasn't fun anymore, they quit.
Hey, I can out-crazy-b***h any crazy b***h. Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. Stupid with stupider.
Walking back to get the bucket, she passed a cell that had an enormous head filling the window. The light was on, barely peeking through gaps around the hippopotamus face in silhouette, whites of eyes the only thing distinguishable. Jeepers cree
