Unwanted brat.
“Flea-bitten mutt.”
Pesky little spider.
“Waste of oxygen.”

Half baked Earl.
“Psh, doors are for humans who are too slow for windows.” He smirked.
I’m not sure, what’s the perspective like from clinging to Claude’s arm.
“Look who’s talking, mister high heeled clogs. And even with those on your feet, Lizzie is still taller than you. Tell...