Two gung-ho fighting women are sprawled out in the streets of India, using the tactics any alley cat dishes out to a rival tomcat.

A young boy is visibly upset, as a singular blue flip flop whomps two felines on the borderline. The tactic used by the distressed man does zilch to corral the two. It is easier for two men to put an end to his futile efforts than one is to separate the hair pulling females.

My third eye suggests, the women are not fighting over being sole provider of a deep curry flavor dish, but is to which one is being eaten after the first helping.

Props to Best Gore member