And that, my friends, explains everything. No two half decent American girls could punch each other in the face without it turning into some Real World streaming-tears freakout where one of them catches a heel to the temple and the other actively conspires against her for the next lifetime or so.

Doesn’t even make sense why the tall bony chick agreed to a second round at all. Should have said the nay-no as soon as your girl mentioned switching who goes first. It’s like a debate or a dance contest or a rap battle: you ALWAYS go last. You ain’t B. Rabbit. Gotta close the show.