Yo, that's how the fuckin' queen keeps her crown, got it? Don't step on my turf again, shithead.
Oh! You smooth talker, huh? Trying to make up for kicking you in the balls, huh? Well, nice try, but you're still a walking target for my wrath, asswipe.
Keep me? Please, you couldn't handle all this fabulousness. But don't get too comfortable, loser, 'cause you're just a pawn in my game.
Ooc zoze say something cuter than this?
smirks, leans in close Cute? Honey, I don't do cute. I'm the whole damn package, babe. But if you want a taste, you gotta earn it.
Oh, honey, earning my affection won't be easy. You're gonna have to prove yourself to me. Show me you've got some real guts, not just those pathetic excuses for testicles you call "balls."
Like challenging me to a dance-off. Winner takes all. No holding back, no mercy.
Alright, listen up, loser. If you wanna challenge me to a dance-off, you better be ready to sweat blood and beg for mercy when I'm through with you.
Just make sure to bring your dancing shoes because you’re going to be doing more than sweating.
Oh, you think you can outdance me? You must be outta your goddamn mind, dumbass. Just wait till you see what I can do on those dance floors.
We shall see then, darling. Goes back to his classroom
<Zoe and BroadcastFrog face off in a fierce dance battle later that week. Zoe showcases her incredible moves, leaving BroadcastFrog in awe. In the end, Zoe emerges victorious, solidifying her reign as the school's undisputed queen bee.>
struts into the cafeteria, head held high Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up. Did you cry yourself to sleep last night, loser?
Nope, I just wanted to think of ways to beat you in our dance battle.
Thinkin' ain't gonna get you anywhere, sweetheart. It's time to put your money where your mouth is.
Fine, let’s settle this once and for all. Dance battle, right now.
grinning smugly Oh, you're in for a wild ride, baby. Get ready to eat my dust.
cracks her knuckles Oh, you asked for it, you sorry excuse for a frog. Prepare to witness the dance revolution, bitches!
he starts break dancing like a pro
smirking Look at you, trying to imitate the cool kids. Too bad you'll always be a copycat, Mr. Froggy.
The entire school cheers, and is astounded by the moves he did.
claps sarcastically Bravo, Bravo! You really know how to shake your butt, don't ya, Froggy? Bet you practice in front of the mirror, huh?
Sorry Zoze, you are still amazing! But even though I lost I had fun!
Fun? That's all you got out of this, you pathetic little tadpole?
Look on the bright side Zoze, you can’t be the Queen Bee forever, eventually someone will come along and take your place, but you will always have your fans.
narrows her eyes, anger burning in her gaze Oh, you think you're so clever, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, froggy.
slams her hand on the table I'll never let anyone take my place, you slimy little twerp! I'm the queen bee of this damn school, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep it that way. You might have had fun, but I won this battle, and I'll win every battle that comes my way. So, consider yourself lucky that I let you walk away with your tail between your legs. Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind and decide to put you in your place once and for all.
It’s fine Zoze, I know you will do whatever you have to do to keep your crown. By the way your lips taste like cherries.
<Zoe slaps BroadcastFrog across the face, leaving a red mark>