Tami: We're going dancing tonight.
Me: Are you commanding me, woman?
Tami: *shaking hips* Dip it low, pick it up slow.
Me: Christina Milian? Really?
Tami: Pop, pop, pop that thing...
Me: You do know that song's from like 10 years ago, right?
Tami: ...Imma show you how to make your man sing.
Me: Why are you so damn annoying today?
Tami: So, dancing then? *smirks*
Me: *rolls eyes* You're supposed to be a serial killer, not a stripper. How can I write you when you don't even follow your own bio?
Tami: Guess I'll just have to find a target when we go dancing tonight, now won't I?
I don't know what's wrong with her today; she's been singing Christina Milian in my head for the past few hours, trying to convince me to let her out... Tamara Petrova, most annoying muse ever.
