Snippy attempted to drive his knuckles into Captain's kidneys despite the bad angle, but all those sweater layers were making him feel like he was punching a cushion rather than a human back.

"Get off my G-damn head!" He punched again, hoping quantity would make up for the lack of quality, but then the laughter began and he lost it.

"Why are you laughing!?" He howled, wounded that his public humiliation was now drawing mocking attention. "This isn't funny! Get the bastard off of me!"

Snippy liked to think he had some principles, but in this situation he needed to play dirty before the circle of onlookers grew larger. He shoved his arm under the hems of Captain's clothing and jerked his arm upwards.