Lass

You decide to let Lass have a try. You send Lass out.

"Are you going to ask me on a date?" Lass asks excidetly.

"No, I want you to battle this chick with a fat ass," you reply.

"Fine. But maybe we can go out afterwards?"

"Still no."

Since Youngster challenged you, you get to go first.

"Lass, use TWERK!" Lass attempts to shake her ass in Youngster's direction. Youngster just looks confused, if not a little bit turned on.

Youngster sprints up to Lass and uses KISS, planting her lips onto the much less attractive girl's. Lass is stunned. She absolutley hates physical contact with other girls.

"Lass, use KISS on Youngster's Ass!"

"What? Why? Ughhhh fine." Lass proceeds to do so, although it seems to have more of a negative effect on Lass than it does on Youngster.

Youngster uses TWERK, grinding her "fat ass" all over Lass's pathetic face. It is incredibly sexy, and you almost feel bad for Lass. Almost. The last hit of Youngster's twerk literally bounces Lass over four feet away.

"Lass, use Vomit!"

"WHAT! She's out of range! It'll only hit me!"

Lass proceeds to vomit all over her chest and pussy.

Youngster cannot help herself from laughing at how horrible this is going for Lass. To put the nail in the coffin, she even uses RECORD to share Lass's pitiful attempt at battling online.

"That's it. I forfeit." your girl says, exasperated.

"So, what do you think went wrong?" you ask her.

"You! YOU did this to me on purpose. I just know it!"

"Maybe next time, you shouldn't be so persistant about the whole girlfriend thing."

"I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FUCKING-"