How does one “zigazig ah”?

When the Spice Girls said “I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want” —– and I thought /finally/!what women want from me. “I wanna HA! I wanna Ha! I wanna, really, really, really wanna zigazig ah” . . . Right.

Are you calling me out on a kink?! I don’t have a /“thing”/ for hunters. I have a thing for brunettes. —– Unlike you, of course. You’re the wrong shade of brunette.

[Impatiently, Isaacs shoulders dropped and a groan passed his lips.] /Ketchup/!

An unfortunate turn of events.

/WHAT/?! Is this a monthly thing, or—–? Does she need a bandaid? [He’s rolling up his sleeves, ready to either fight, or take her pain . . .]

[He’s bothered. ( JUST ) a fight?! Isaac can’t help hovering in her space.] A /fight/?! With whom? Or—– with /what/? Let me see where you’re hurt!

[He’s scanning her body, searching for the source of this ‘wound’. Amputation sounds legit right now.] Show me!