This is a story about two arms dealers who fell in love and killed each other, fighting from the head of the bed to the end of the bed without making peace.
Trauma Syndrome - essentially, it's a matter of two people who were deceived by a seemingly good man and would die together if they didn't quarrel.
"I have a standard body shape. Look, you need abdominal muscles and abdominal muscles, and you need muscles and muscles."
"Come on, look at your belly shrinking."
"I don't have any! These are breast muscles, little girl, you won't understand."
"Tch, if this is a chest muscle, I would rather not understand it, it would be blinding me!"
"Hmph, it sounds like you have a good figure. You have breasts but not breasts, and you have butt butt. Those third-rate starlets have better figures than you. And look at your hair. It's blonde, the most common hair color among Europeans. It's vulgar!"
"It's simply unreasonable! This is called not having a figure?! Breasts without boobs, butt without butt?! Tony Stark, go to hell!"