"Stupid little insects" Tina says softly, somewhat to herself. You see her hand coming towards you at a high rate of speed. Her hand isn't coming at you as if to squash you, but rather to sweep you off of the couch for her to sit down. You scan the room for a quick instant in an attempt to get help in your panic, but the girls are all sitting around gossiping with one another and unaware of your presence.
You are able to muster out "TINA HELP!" quickly but by that time her hand has almost reached you. You feel a rumble as her hand hits the couch and is sweeping in your direction. Before you can react, her hand smacks your entire frontside with the middle of her fingers. The g-forces are straining your neck as she continues her swatting, oblivous to that it is her friend's son.
With a flick at the end of the couch and her sweep you are sent tumbling through the air. You see blurs of color as you are tossed high up into the air and begin your desent. You fall for what seems like 2minutes until you land....
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