The dangerous glint in her eye and the cup of crazy in her pocket kept the other arcade patrons a good car length away. No one dared venture near her until Billy walked in that morning. Billy was short and stout, but unlike the teapot, he didn't have a handle on much at all. Reality included. Like his hero Wolverine, he like to chew on cigars, the candy kind of course. He was mocked for it once. That guy now walks with a permanent limp and is scared of pancakes. Billy had made a promise to his mother to never again smoke the real thing, and everyone knows, you never mock a mans word to his mother.
When Billy walked into the arcade and called out to the woman on the Dino killing spree, the room gave one almighty gasp and held its breath. "Yo! Kitty Kitty Bang Bang." he tired to sound like Clint Eastwood. He failed.
Kitty didn't move. She did however whisper under her breath "We have done the impossible, and that makes us mighty!", as she looked at the mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex and administered the final kill shot.
Billy tried again."Well, Miss Bang Bang, I heard you don't know how to juggle, or.. don't you have the balls to do it?" He had her there. Kitty couldn't resist a pun. She turned and said "No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery."
She looked at the pimple faced arcade manager quivering behind the counter and gave him the nod. Phil was his name, and much like him, it was of little importance. Phil took a stack of dollar coins from the register and walked towards the back of the building. Pausing only once in order to keep control of his nervous bladder, he did what the Skee Ball machine was asking and inserted coin.
Kitty and Billy were now face to face, an inch between them. With the machines now stocked up with credit, Billy, abreast to Kitty's breasts, in his best Bruce Campbell voice that impressed even Kitty a little bit, said "Game on, bitches!"