how they can fix this?

frowns. "Well, your a big help."

her a glare. "So what?"

rolls his eyes. "...But, the point is, you don't have any ideas, and therefor are *nod* a big help."

crosses his arms. "I does *not*. Because *I* was asking the question."

just *bored*. "It does not."

crosses his arms. "I ain't!"

scowls. "Shut up!"

clenches his fists. "Shut up! It is *not*!"

growls. "Shut up!"

clenches his fists even tighter, resisting the urge to punch her in the face.

growls and swings a fist at her.

glares at her.

winces, wiping at his mouth, and punches her back.

her a smirk.

holds his ground and punches back.

staggers back, and swings a kick at her side.

stares down at her.

her a smirk.

staggers backwards, clutching his jaw. "Bitch!" punches her in the face.

continues to glare at her.