Naomi was practically unconscious anyway. She giggled softly as Sophia tried to pull her to her feet by her jacket. The surprise move by the dyke-zilla lady just made her giggle more, and then Sophia landed on top of her and knocked all the wind out of her. She was still struggling to get her breath back when a strong, rough hand gripped her throat.<br/><br/>Something was pressed against her mouth that reminded her of dissecting frogs in biology class. "Ribbit!" She croaked.<em>I'm a frog!</em><br/><br/>Blackness descended, mercifully, for now!