Mas, er, Menos?

In retrospect, maybe I should have seen something like this coming. Apparently, the twins shared a bag, since they dress almost the same anyways, which, even though they weren't technically working together, it gave them a slight edge. Soon, a pair of flaming haired Latinas were racing towards me, each with one hand out to tag me first while they held to their single, rather large, suitcase together. As one would expect, they got to me at the same time, and almost knocked me over.

{I win}

{No, I did}

{No, I did!}

And the argument went down hill from there. By the time the other girls returned, Mas Y Menos were arguing to quickly for me to understand. Before they could get physical, Bumblebee picked the short girls up by their collars and separated them. The sisters glared at each other, before one grinned.

{Fine, Mas, you can ride shotgun, Okay?}

{Yes!}

{But I get to ride in the drivers seat,} Menos (apparently it was her) gave me a predatory look and a sultry tone, {Or, maybe the drivers lap. You have room for a small girl like me, don't you...Papí?}