The first two lines are pretty much part of a strange conversation, with a little addition to make them a conversation in a story. The rest I wrote yesterday, while my internet was down. (7-30-2012)
“It takes a lot of balls to throw that in my face, doesn’t it?”, she barked.
“Why? Do you want my balls in your face?”, Chaos asked, looking at her quizzically.
“Oh, that is just .. oh… you are .. ugh!” she replied, amidst a violently flouncing departure.
“V!”, shouted Chaos. “Now where is that servant of mine? V? V!” he continued.
“Sire?” interjected Servant V, cutting his master off in mid-bellow.
“V, what is it you have lied to me about and why, when it comes to juggling?” demanded Chaos. “Because, for some reason, that girl has a problem with my balls, in her face or otherwise.”