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Hey! You can't be afraid of a bitch just because she's a girl! As the wise Vincent from Pulp Fiction has so gratefulyl taught us, "You just don't fuck with a man's car!"
Allright now here's what you do. You get bloody creative is what you do!
Crack a single eggshell on her doorstep, let her know who you are.. The next day bomb the front side of the house in at least 24 eggs (hey, eggs are cheap these days), but the most important part of this is that, right now, today, you take 12 eggs.. Store them in a warm, wet place *AKA a basement, or storm cellar* and wait 2 months for them to be rotten solid, and *quietly* crack them open on her car at about midnight when you think she might be asleep. If she's done this to more than one person, she won't have any idea who you are.
If this doesn't work, I could give you a few tips in 'Street Justice'.
Gouge her eyeballs out, that'll show her you mean business. Continually place battery acid in the empty socket while scrambling around in her throat with a soldering iron. When all that's said and done and she's on the verge of unconsciousness, strap her nipples to a car battery and send her for a drive.
That'll fix her up real nice.
Wait, umm... Don't do that.
Wait, yeah..no.. Yeah do it.
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