Since the worst enemy of a woman trends to be just another woman you decide to rip your own tops, exposing your nice assets. You then wave to her as the rest of the crowd keeps running from her. That does't seems to work.
Then, you notice a cat approaching to her, you grab it and scream with your female lungs "I HAVE YOUR TWINKLETOES, SURRENDER OR HE IS GONE".
She stops attacking and gives you a defiant stare...
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