"This is so gross!" Finn spat on the ground after rubbing mud across his face—some of it even managing to get into his mouth.
Grabbing his collar, he rubbed the inside of his shirt against his lips, then dragged it across his tongue, letting out a long, disgusted "aaaahhh!" in the process.
Only to drop it, cough, and spat again—to gag harder after realizing the shirt itself tasted like salty lemon smeared in poop.
Yuck.
Majestria's situation, meanwhile, had only gotten worse. The winged little freaks were tugging at her dress as she screamed. One yanked the front, another the back, nearly exposing her chest, while a third latched onto her shoulders, bending down as if to bite straight into her breast.
"GET AWAY!" she shrieked, shoving at them, but the fabric only tore more under the strain.
The beak drew closer, grazing her chest, and the sound of ripping cloth made her gasp—her scream suddenly cut short.
"YOU PIECES OF TRASH GARBAGE SHIT! I WILL KILL YOU ALL!!"
