A clothes washing machine that strips people

“Jasmine, that double-faced, backstabbing-!”

“Hello, Taggie, nice to see you. How’s your day? Why fine, Orchid, how’s yours?” Taggie was sitting cross-legged on the grass, enjoying an apple. She spared a snide glance at her scrawny friend. Orchid had a fiery red mane and piercing blue eyes. She was a bit shorter than the other elves but still tall by human standards. “That’s how you greet someone.”

“Spare me the sass, Taggie. I’m not in the mood.” Orchid went ahead and planted her plentiful ass on the grass, munching down a loaf of bread with the fury of a rabid dog. She had a frown deeper than the Marianna trench.

“What’s the matter with her?” Delphi asked Violet, their more refined and elegant friend. Violet was a svelte elf with all the poise of a statue, nary a spot blemished her porcelain skin. Her wine-colored hair flowing with the wind as always, Taggie half suspected she enchanted it to do so.

“You know how Orchid’s been working on plans to make an automated clothes washing machine? Well, Jasmine went behind her back, copied her blueprint, and submitted it as her own just before the deadline. Guess who won the competition?”

“I did not bust my ass for three years for that geek to go ahead and snipe my project at the last second!”

“Pfffft, three years is nothing, my friend… But I will be glad to welcome you into the S.S Screw Jasmine.” Taggie stretched her hand in front of Orchid. “Want to come aboard?”

“Yeah, no thanks. Jasmine may be an arrogant, stuck-up, know-it-all, but no way I’m going to do anything crazy to get back at her. I’ll just write the grudge in my diary …and I’ll never lend her a pen again.”

“Besides, your plans tend to go kaboom,” Violet said with the fakest smile Taggie had seen all year.

“They won’t fail… with your help,” Taggie approached Orchid, pouring her honeyed words into her ears. “I have a plan that will not only humiliate Jasmine but also sabotage her project. Then, when her machine is in shambles, who do you think the headmistress will hire to make a replacement, huh?

“Me?”

“Of course, so what do you say? There’s plenty of room on the S.S. Screw Jasmine.”

Orchid sighed. “Fine, I’ll think about it..”