SLAM! Right into her sticky lips. She freezes, whimpers, keeps her fat mouth closed. Wimp.
When I finally break away, free my wings, and begin to fly unsteadily, she has the audacity to mutter nasty things. That’s just not nice, is it? She’s not the one weighed down by gungy goop, albeit in a charming shade. Humans, eh? So entitled, so self-absorbed…
Oh well, on the bright side, I do look quite cute in her shiny red gloss. I wonder where they sell it and whether they have testers.