Koo Koo Ka Choo, Mrs. Bennett.

HOT.

TO.

DEATH!

That's a level of hotness that doesn't even require verbs. Just walk up to her and go "Girl! Fierce!" and then snap once, jerk your head around and sashay away.

We weren't sure about the color until we saw it on her. Gorge! With the red lips and the orange hair? Bitch creates her own accents. And how nice to see her move slightly away from her safe zone. More, please.

Also, Sweetie, wear your hair down once in a while. You've totally got that kitten-with-a-whip thing going on when you do. No wonder Mr. Bennett can't keep his hands off you.

In fact, we could only think of one thing when we saw you last night.

And bitch, that is some high fucking praise coming from these two fags.