Junko looked between the two woman, their shotgun and flamethrower, and then back at he baseball bat.

	“On second thought...” Junko paused for a moment. “If you have anything that fires reasonably far and is easy to handle, I'd go for that. Also, you can put it all on my debit card. I'm good for it.” The fashionista reached into her shirt pocket. “If you're good, I'll even give you an autograph!” She said this while pulling out a tube of lipstick. Though the fashionista wasn't waiting around anymore. She had places to be, and deadlines to just barely miss. But just barely. The school girl skipped her way over to a jungle of all things, and pushed aside some foliage. Just beyond the brush was a bridge that ran over a ravine. It was about fifty feet across, and at least twice as deep. The bridge was a bit old, as in only a single, frayed rope remained. The floor boards had all fallen into the river a long time ago. “Oh Bogus!” Junko let her bat slide off of her shoulder before shouting over her shoulder. Her "adventuring party" was still in earshot. “Seems like we can't shoot our first problem away!”