Flare your nostrils in contempt and snobbery. Curl your lip in a snarl. In an alleyway. Why are you always trying to trip me up. Why are you giving me a police interrogation. You look at me and say they flirted with YOU. Meaning? Your geek of the week. You have a weird nose, mismatch ears, funny dip in your lip, slanty eyes, fuzzy wonga hair.
I'm not even going to ask. Miss wobbly Beelzebub. Thrashing. Seven times in a row.