America opened the locker and saw...a well worn copy of a Spanish/English Dictionary. A small edition that wouldn't be out of place in an old high school locker. "What is it," Supergirl asked walking forward, still trying to get used to the new masses on her chest.
"Well look's like I lucked out and found a dud," America answered, smiling triumphantly and turning to face Supergirl as the dictionary disappeared, " this Estupido bastardo no get that I already espeak a Ingles an espanish moy bueno! So chica, how ju doin' with thos new tetas grandes ju got on jur chest? Mamacita I think de working for ju."
Supergirl wan't quite sure how to broach the subject but tried to put things as tactfully as possible, "America, did your accent just get thicker?
"Que Acento? Whatchu talking about Chica? Ju just noticing I'm Latina now?" America replied confused. But tried to rebound with a bit of flirting," Or ju want to know if I'm a "Cunning Linguista"? I mean a astucia linguist! QUE!"
Realization dawned on America's face, then passed quickly to anger and she shouted at the intercom speaker. "Madre Dios! Dis Pervertido Estupido es a turning me inchoo a steryotypo! Imma talking leek I no espeak inglis good no more! Imma in this estupido craida, i mean "maid" costume like some echeap puta!" America grabbed the open locker door and started to squeeze.
Supergirl felt a tingle go up her leg
America had a good head of steam going and kept on ranting, "And dis idoito don't even espeak espanish right. I soond like some haragan on the interneto e using el computatdor to etranslate! WHEN I FIND JU IMMA BREAK JU IN EHALF JU MOTHERLESS SON OF A MILLION BASTARDOS!"
"America!" Supergirl gasped loudly trying to get the Latina's attention.
"Que? What ish it Esupergirl?" America asked turning to her companion
"Suuuper strength..." Supergirl exhaled before drawing in a deep breath her eyes fluttering, "You are using super strength on the door..."
America looked away from Supergirl and saw that in her anger she had twisted and crumpled the metal locker door like tinfoil. She sheepishly released her death grip on the door and tried to slowly tried to close the door which wrapped as it was, had no chance of closing. "Sorry Chica. Imma lady, I wanna buy a preety chica a dreenk first before getting hur all caliente"
"Apology accepted," Supergirl said graciously trying to calm down, "Here's what I think we should do..."