[Around that point, Heather just sort of ceases to come up with intelligent comebacks.]
GRAAAAAAAGH!
[That's 'FUCK STYLE' in Heather-ese.]
[Thinking fast, she ducks down (hair now just a sort of curly, staticky mess) and snatches up a handful of the rapidly-melting slush that had come off of her jacket and landed on the floor.]
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GRAAAAAAAGH!
[That's 'FUCK STYLE' in Heather-ese.]
[Thinking fast, she ducks down (hair now just a sort of curly, staticky mess) and snatches up a handful of the rapidly-melting slush that had come off of her jacket and landed on the floor.]
I'm gonna shove this down your shirt!