"Ahem," a voice sounds out from behind Michelle-Cynthia and to their left. They spin around and find a group of four cow waitresses glaring at them, angrily. "Do you know just how hard it is to turn even one of those boys into a breeder bull?" one of them asks.
"We beg your pardon?" the gestalt girls ask, confused.
"We know what you did to our bull, Bess found his body."
"That wasn't our fault, you see. He forced himself upon us, he got what he deserved." they try to explain, their hands held out in a gesture of innocence.
"But you're dangerous anyway. And we can't have a creature like you running around killing our... Guests," at that point, the waitresses pull pistols out of their handbags and level them at the girls.
"Please, don't... Don't..." the girls beg, but it's clear that the waitresses have made up their minds. They now surround the girls, leaving them no escape route.
"On three," the lead waitress says, and the others ready their aim. "One... Two... Three!"