[ She's not sure how he scoops her up so quickly. Suddenly she's face-down over his shoulder, and very securely so. She gives a cry of fury (less charitable souls might label it an 'irritable squawk' or, perhaps, a 'peevish squeak') and pounds his shoulder with her fists - ]
You bastard! You rotten bastard, put me down -
[ She tries her knee next, trying to drive it into his chest, but her leverage is all wrong. ]
You shit -
[ And so, last resort, she twists her head and arches her back to get her head in line - and then she chomps down hard on his ear. ]
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You bastard! You rotten bastard, put me down -
[ She tries her knee next, trying to drive it into his chest, but her leverage is all wrong. ]
You shit -
[ And so, last resort, she twists her head and arches her back to get her head in line - and then she chomps down hard on his ear. ]