P1: Striker, smug, stands triumphantly.
STRIKER: Now, now, no need to get all weak in the knees for little ol'--
P2: Striker turns to see that the girls have rushed up to Bombshell, marveling at him.
GLITZ: He's. So. HUGE!
GLAM: I'm riding him first.
GLITZ: Bitch, no! Your scrawny legs can't even wrap around him!
P3: Striker's face drops, annoyed.
GLAM (off-panel): I'm the oldest, so you can just stand aside and watch.
STRIKER: Hmmm...