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Girl bossing

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"Well, I think that marks the conclusion of our little tête-à-tête? I'm a little afraid that if we kept going I might, well, break you. So, exit stage right then, if you please. You're hardly a match for, well, my glasses, let's say. Perhaps this is a blessing?"
"Do you know the odds of a magic ship just falling from the sky for no reason? About 0.00001%, but really, those odds don't mean anything, especially to you. The only odds that matter are life and death, and they're about 50-50. So congratulations! You survived. You beat the odds. Barely."
"We talk about 'survival of the fittest' a lot but all that really means is the skilled live and the unskilled die. Since you're clearly in that second group, maybe pick your fights a bit more carefully? Do you understand what I'm saying? It's never going to matter how much you 'want it' when you're up against someone who can kill you with a sneeze."
"It would be less than desirable if you went missing during this phase, so let's call this 'insurance.' Don't think this means you're indispensable, though—far from it. I enjoyed our little bout of fisticuffs but now it's time for me to get back to work. What's with that look? You should be thanking me. Next time I might accidentally hit you a little too hard."