She appears again, out of the view of the wall. Before you can say anything, she asks you why you're always looking at her through your little perv wall.
When she says this, she puts an emphasis on the words "little" and "perv".
You are enraged at her calling you both little and perverted. What kind of self respecting individual would go along with that noise.
You tell her she can shove it up hers. She retorts, saying that you'd like that, wouldn't you. You retort with a little slut shaming. And she retorted, saying, "if your mother was half the woman I ever was, then I bet she wouldn't allow that kind of language."
She's right, your mamma didn't allow such foul language. You miss her dearly.
But you finally make a final retort, finally saying, "if your mom knew that state you left the kingdom in i bet shed weep tears of dissapointment."