A cream pie

Mari put down the box and smiled as she held the cream pie up next to Emilia, playing for the camera. By the time the poor girl spotted it, it was too late. It had splattered all over her face and hair, and now Marisa grabbed her arms, preventing her from clearing her face.

"What the-!" Emilia whined through the mess. As she opened her eyes, she found Blair's microphone, still in her face. "You've been judged by the Cosplay Beauty Society, and you've been found wanting," the Amazon said. "Your costume is cheap, and you're a pudgy little piggie, not fit to portray such a kick-ass character," she continued.

"You bitches! If there's any justice in this world--" Emilia shouted. "Bitch, we ARE justice. We can't let chubby little sluts in bad costumes ruin this for us. So, we're going to make some improvements."