Barbie stood on the corner, chewing gum authoritatively. Most of the gang were dressed in short skirts and low-slung tops, but Barbie’s demeanour marked her out clearly as leader.
“Hey dolls, time to hit the clubs,” she said.
Nodding towards a figure standing a little away, Steffi and Cindy screwed up their faces. “All of us?”
“Why not?” A command, not a question. “He can’t help being male.”
“The inferior 49%,” Steffi muttered.
They set off, Action Man a few paces behind. Then he drew out his machine gun and wasted them all.
“The violent 49%. You dolls never learn.”