So we *dragged* her home, and *smacked* her on the wall (demonstrates). It wasn't very kind.
(This is all her phrasing, though she repeated a few bits, and it wasn't quite in order. This is, however, a story entirely of her telling and phrasing. Well, okay, I transposed it to third-person. She did say "my parents" rather than "you" or "you and Krissy".)