Two nearly identical, fur bearing heads swung around to face the merchant, then both girls stood up on their hind legs, crossed their arms at him, and scowled-- though the posture could well have done for both Erwin, and Mr "So-called GoodEnough".

[color=ed145b]"S'CUSE MEH, Did uh JUS' hear 'at righ?!"[/color]
[color=f7941d]"Misteh, how long you been runnin' trinkets?!"[/color]
[color=ed145b]"You KNOWED dere's RULES--"[/color]
[color=f7941d]"You don' ask OUR business--[/color]
[color=ed145b]"---An we don' ask yours!"[/color]

The heads swung to Erwin's direction
[color=ed145b]
"Stop hasslin' da man! Part-a da problem whys em shittin' thangs so dayum 'spensive's on accounta people givin' legit dealers a bad time!"[/color]

[color=f7941d]"We's onleh pick' on -em tuh tes' 'im out-- Wit high prices, comes dem damn theivin scoundrels sellin horse-shit, an' claimin' it cure cancah!"[/color]

[color=ed145b]"Nei'er smart buyahs-- Likes us---" [/color]
[color=f7941d]"Nor good merchan's, Likes him---"[/color]

[color=ed145b]"Puts up with dat shit."[/color]
[color=f7941d]"Puts up with dat shit."[/color]

The girls once more finishing in that otherworldly synchronous staccato of a final statement, like they had done at the earlier meeting.