"You turning into a fluffy baseball doesn't mean I can't just snatch you right out of the- fuck!!" Ellie yelps as they nearly go over, deplorably wrinkling the back of his outfit, and jamming her knee into his ribs accidentally-on-purpose.
"Okay, okay, uncle. Uncle. Chrissake, you're gonna actually drop us."
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"Okay, okay, uncle. Uncle. Chrissake, you're gonna actually drop us."