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[neveraskedtwice]

It's not like Eric Cartman was flaming gay or anything, but being a slutty lady person totally kicked ass. First off? Compared to his flabby, nine-year-old body, this bitch was like, majorly strong and fit and stuff. Like, ninja strong. It was so cool, and after the initial screaming and crying for his mommy, he realized that there was nothing to

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[learnwhatsreal]

It wasn't like Jenny ever went to the strip club or anything. Sure, on occasion, she'd gone for a drink downstairs, but that wasn't remotely the same thing; she just had no reason to be interested in strippers, something she believed ought to be fairly obvious. She'd seen Emma - or, rather, whoever was inhabiting Emma's body, because she already knew Emma to be someone else - on the path, though, followed along with the intention of finding out who it actually was, and upon seeing her go inside, curiosity had beat the possibility of some disturbing mental images. She didn't have to watch, just ask who it was.

And so, eyes kept averted from the stage, she raised an eyebrow at what the person in Emma's body called out, finally walking over. "Uh, you know you're not going to look like this for more than another day or two, right?" she asked, skeptical, trying her best to hold back a laugh. "These things never last more than a couple days, and I'm not really sure you should be stripping in someone else's body, anyway."

[neveraskedtwice]

"How the hell would you know?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and giving the kid a who do you think you are? look. It was an expression that would've looked very different on this new face, but would've felt just as natural on his old one.

"Anyway, hypothetically? If this was someone else's body, which it isn't, and it was only going to last a few days, I'd want to make the most of it, wouldn't I?"

[learnwhatsreal]

"Well, either way, it is someone else's body, and I would know because I know whose it is," Jenny replied, unable to help the smug little smirk lifting one corner of her mouth. It was an odd thing to be retorting like this to someone who looked and sounded like Emma Frost, but being confident in the knowledge that it wasn't, she didn't let it faze her too much. "I mean, make the most of it, that's all well and good, but stripping?" She wrinkled her nose. "What's even the appeal?"

[neveraskedtwice]

"You know my clone then, obviously," Eric retorted easily, matching her smug little smirk with one of his own.

"I'm a totally hot chick. I could make a buttload of money up there. How in the hell is that not appealing?"

[learnwhatsreal]

"Right. Clone," Jenny said, her eyebrows raised, obviously skeptical. Based on the clothing alone, unmistakably Emma's, she still didn't see it as a remote possibility, but she was willing to play along for the time being. "And, uh, in theory, it would be, if there were any money to make at all. Which there isn't. So if that's your reasoning, you might want to reconsider."

[neveraskedtwice]

"What?" he yelped, eyes bulging with disbelief, "That's insane. Why would anyone work here if they weren't getting totally rich off of it?"

[learnwhatsreal]

"Out of the goodness of their hearts," Jenny deadpanned, all too pleased with herself. She'd figured there would have to be a catch somewhere, and it was kind of hilarious, watching Emma react like this. "Like I said. Not really that much appeal."

[neveraskedtwice]

"Shut up, that's so lame!" Eric shrilled, but somehow, even with his new, more feminine voice, he didn't sound quite the whiny little shit he usually did.

"I'm out of here!" he decided, hands on his hips -- an act that was downright impossible in his own body -- as he marched toward the door. "There isn't even food here. This place is so dead to me, now." Oddly enough, he hadn't been hungry every moment of the day, apparently this chick didn't have a bottomless stomach, but it was habit to look for food wherever he went. Any place of business without food, video games, or toys was automatically lame, no matter what body he might've been in.

[learnwhatsreal]

There was no way in hell Jenny was going to hang around a strip club now that she had no reason to. All but jumping up, she was close behind not-Emma as she walked out, less out of her earlier intention of following whomever it was than just the desire to get as far away as soon as possible. Her work here was done; no one would be pole dancing while posing as Emma Frost.

"You mean you really didn't know that about the money?" she asked, disbelieving. "I thought that was, like, common knowledge around here, the whole no economy thing."