"...eggs"

What a fun bunch. The gals have been clubbing all night drinking snorting, and shooting up.
They got pissed with that jerk Ken, and locked him into the trunk of their Porsche Cayman GT4.

Here they arrive at the Russian legation to beat the living crap out of the "Charge d' Affaires.
(... this for all that collusion stuff, and on general principle.)

That, and drink up all his Vodka.

Maybe they'll lift some of them hard boiled Faberge eggs while they're at it.