The person who had seen your head come off was a woman in her late 20's, wearing a black tank top, baggy jeans and sneakers. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and she had small, A-cup breasts. She was average in the good looks department, but also wore lots of 'bling'. She definitely wasn't the most feminine woman you had ever seen.
"Look, heads can't come off... stupid!" you told the woman, scowling at her.
"Oh yeah, well you're did!" she countered. Then she walked up to you and grabbed the sides of your head... yanking at it and trying to get it to come off your body again. "Ow!" you yelled out.
"Get off bitch!" you snapped, making the woman back off a little.
"Bitch?" she said angrily. "I'll put you on your ass. And this prissy little cow." the woman growled, referring to Sarah, who just put her hands on her hips and glared at the casual-dressed woman.
"Get lost. Go play basketball with the other guys." you said, insulting her gender.
"That's it!" the woman shouted, delivering a sharp smack to your face.
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