[Had it been a real prehistoric lizardbird the heavy leather gloves probably would have been enough. But this one squirmed with a certain canny, toothy intelligence.]
OW! OW! SHIT! HEY! STOP THAT I HAVE FOOD! [Rosette struggles to keep any sort of a hold on it, but there are more than enough openings as she attempts to jerk out of the reach of FANGBEAKS.]
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OW! OW! SHIT! HEY! STOP THAT I HAVE FOOD! [Rosette struggles to keep any sort of a hold on it, but there are more than enough openings as she attempts to jerk out of the reach of FANGBEAKS.]