Shoving

Listen, Tom, will you just stop shoving me around?

"Do you know the smell of death", asked John, shoving his fist under my nose.

I was shoving logs into my little wood-burning stove.

"Mary, remember those small wax bottles with flavored syrup inside that we used to eat as kids?" said Tom while shoving ten of them into her mouth at one time.

I'm tired of Tom shoving his opinions down my throat.

"Look, Tom – I've picked some raspberries. Do you want some?" asked Mary, shoving a few into her raspberry-smeared mouth. Tom grimaced. "It's nice of you to ask," he said, "but I can't stand raspberries. Really sorry, Mary!"

What's all this pushing and shoving?

Stop shoving!

Stop shoving.

The kids were pushing and shoving each other.