"Too sssssmall... no meat on the sssstrange child. I want the meaty foreign c-c-c-c-cow."

Hey, Ulow may be strange, but she wasn't a child!

"-Small!? -Child!?" Ulow took it as a personal insult, looking down quickly at her not exactly formidable girl bumps, then briskly glaring back upwards into the dark with eyes wide. "Imma.... Imma... Wha they call?... They me calls a hod mamma! A mom you'd like do-... You're all wrong! And bad taste!"

It was esspecially hard to take her seriously when the most offensive hand gesture she could come up with was pushing her nose upwards like a pig snout...