QUOTE : They had to get those flames put out or Mistress Distress would be toast. Literally. If only they had an extinguisher. Or water. 'Stef!' Becca cried, pointing to her chest. 'Our boobs.' Stef looked at Becca like she had lost her freaking mind before remembering that her boobs were, in fact, water balloons. Simultaneously, they reached into their dresses, hauling out their falsies. Without a moment to spare, Becca reared back her arm and heaved a water-filled D-cup at the Buring Man.