Meggy’s voice is thin and strained, cracking as she tries to coordinate the numbers with the rhythmic, messy noises of the deodorant being forced into her hair.
"One... CRRR-KRRRK-SCHHH!" she gasps, her face turning a deeper shade of green.
"Two... SQUELCH-SHHH-LRRRRP..." She winces as the stick drags through the thicket. "THWIP-POP! ...Ugh, the pop..."
"Three... CRUNCH-SQUISH!" Her knuckles are white as she grips the chair. "HSSSSS..."
"Four... KRRRK-LRRRRP... BOING-THWIP!"
"Five... SQUELCH...