This isn't even hard.

	"Mousse?" Shampoo asked, disbelieving of the way Mousse was acting.

	"I hate you, Shampoo," Mousse spat.  "Die."

	With that, Mousse launched into a flurry of kicks and punches, far too
many for Shampoo to even attempt to block.  Nearly every one connected,
each with power that Shampoo never thought Mousse capable of mustering.	The
last hit sent Shampoo flying into the wall.  Just before passing out, she
heard Mousse one last time.

	"Now, Shampoo, the real pain begins."

	Shampoo awoke face down, laying where Mousse had kicked her.
Wincing painfully, she stumbled home.  Upon arriving, Cologne looked at
her sadly.
	"Great-grandmother, where Mousse?"
	"Getting ready for your wedding."