“So here’s the plan.”
“I act as Tina and you act as you. A meaner version of yourself.”
Gwen immediately folded her arms and frowned. “Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean.”
“You know very well what I mean by that,” Miranda continued. “So here’s the script. I would be walking, posing as Tina and looking all sad and all. Then, you Gwen would pop out and we would get into something like an argument. It escalates and you get mad and hit me.”
“Hit you?”
“Or at least try to hit me,” Miranda rolled her eyes. “The point is to oppress me and make sure I look as vulnerable and helpless as possible.”
“Um, hello,” Tina who suddenly felt sidelined spoke up. “What exactly do I do? I mean, what role do I play in all of these? Why are you taking my image?”
“Because I do not trust you enough to
