Charon sidled right up to Amile until they were nose to nose. Amile tried to sidle away, her nose wrinkling with disgust. Seeing she was uncomfortable Charon kept on her until she backed her up into the corner of the locker room. The camera man kept filming even though Amile was making cut gestures across her own throat.

"I promised myself that I wasn't going to use the nail guns again buuuuut for you I will make an exception!"

Charon reached into the waistband of her trousers and pulled out, not one but two nailguns. Amile was babbling incoherently and waving her arms around in some form of defence gesture.

An evil grin spread across Charons face as she spotted the large hooped earrings in Amiles ears. She raised the nailguns and shot them off once per gun, pinning Amile to the wall by her earrings. The guns disappeared from sight as quickly as they appeared. Charon prodded Amile unceremoniously in her podgy little nose.

"Next time you insult me or get my name wrong, I will find out where you live and nail you by your eyelids to the ass end of a cow with dysentry. I think you understand now."

Charon stalked slowly out of the room leaving Amile in a rage and cussing at the poor cameraman, like it was his fault.