[They've had a rather clumsy history of clean getaways. This might end up being messy. Larry's got the leash and he has it coiled several times to keep Mister Dog very much heeled. He is starting to up the pace and turns just enough to catch the way that freckled fist flies like a well aimed arrow.
His jaw drops and his heart leaps.]
Goddamn.
[The punk ass kid looks like he's got a hard case of whiplash, at least he will when he picks himself up off of the ground.]
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His jaw drops and his heart leaps.]
Goddamn.
[The punk ass kid looks like he's got a hard case of whiplash, at least he will when he picks himself up off of the ground.]
We're outta here.
[No question.]