"Yup, it needs to go."

Blair bent over and gleefully tugged the plaid skirt down to Emilia's knees, ripping it in the process. "Someone help me! These bitches are crazy! They're stripping me!"

"No one's coming, piggy. And just for that, your shirt comes off. I was going to let you keep your fat belly covered for at least a few more minutes, but no."

Just as Blair said, she tore the shirt open, and cut any stubborn parts that didn't want to come off. "Ah, NOW we'll get a look at that nice black bra, as well as your flabby, pale, pathetic body"