[What smelly breath jesus christ. Freddy does his best to keep the beast from climbing into the front seat. He just thinks of it as keeping a suspect back. Yep...]
[Two can play at that game, old man. Freddy waves his hand.] We're not calling him Son of a Bitch, it don't matter how far down the shitter he came from.
What's dog in Spanish? Big brown dog? That's what you are, right fella? A big brown mutt.
[Pit bull mastiff bulldog something big and mean and kind of drippy. Freddy turns in his seat to look back at the guy, hand reaching out to pat him on his big thick skull. He really is more a Lorenzo than a Fredric.]
Perro is dog. Marron is brown. He's no Senor Marron. Perro maybe. Sorta gets right to the point.
[As a drive he must keep his hands on the wheel. His eyes follow Freddy's motion. The dog's long tail--why is it not cropped? It's usually cropped for a dog like this.--thumps on the seat a few times.]
We gotta call him something, even if he's only going to be with us a short time.
[Gotta drive that home. Only need to have one in the dog house.]
[Waging of the big tail drums out a beat on the upholstery. He likes to be talked to and pat. It's good. ]
For now. He seems okay. I wouldn't have done it if he seemed like a wild animal. This guy couldn't find himself something to eat if his life depended on it, I'm sure.
[Who died and made him a canine expert? That's yet to be seen. Anyway. They've made their journey and here they are at their small, humble home turf.]
You can go on in, I'll make sure he pisses.
[Assumed responsibility means this isn't a big deal, right?]
He's pretty sturdy for a dog who can't find himself something to eat.
[Freddy says, casting doubt on how poorly he might have had it before Ray Rey (Rey Ray?!) got his hands on him. Oof okay. Deal. The kid has no reason to argue the old man's offer. Out of the car he goes, confident Mister Dog will go along with Mister White as planned.]
[Mister Dog tries to climb out with Freddy through the same door. He doesn't go very far. Larry has to reach back and pull on his collar to be sure he stays put.]
You knucklehead.
[Sigh. Right. Get to it, old man. He comes on out and is ready with the leash. He has no ready reply to Freddy. And honestly he was expecting a little more flack. Maybe he is off the hook. Or maybe he's really gonna get it in another way. At any rate, by the time he leads the dog inside he's had a cigarette. Yeah. That long outside.]
[Freddy asks when the dynamic duo re-enter. Look he's had time to take off his shoes and kick back on the sofa to turn on the (primarily Spanish) TV set. God he fucking misses future technology sometimes.]
We got lots of places to piss and he wanted to be sure to find the one he liked the very best.
[The dog is now sniffling and snuffling all over every surface.]
He kinda stinks.
[Like a dog. Larry slowly lets him off the rope leash and collar. He's off finding! It's not a hurricane of destruction but a clear mission to smell everything in the house. Oh there's his friend sitting there!]
Kinda pisses me off he's just left like that. Like collateral. Dogs and kids don't deserve that.
[Freddy casually offers if the old man is feeling like getting his hands dirty to unstink the stinky beast. Heh. Hey hey. What are you doing, dog? The kid shifts on the couch to casually (tactically) watch where Mister Dog roams.]
It's not your operation.
[He reminds Larry before the man can start feeling guilty about it.]
[Crunch, munch, crunch. Mister Dog found a potato chip. Or what sounds like a potato chip. Larry lumbers over to grab him too late. It's already eaten.]
Shit. If he's gonna be with us, he's gonna have to shower. Phew.
[Mister Stink would be good too. He gets pulled along now trying to get to their small bathroom.]
I know. I don't want it to be. It's too much of a mess. Besides, I don't think I'm a head honcho sorta fuck.
[Freddy says, also belatedly catching the chip vacuum. The truth of it is he thinks he saw it first and he was going to eat it damnit. No it's not that old, he remembers possibly dropping it before the dynamic duo returned.]
You gotta learn some fuckin' manners, buddy.
[Says the not so mannerful kid, hah. Freddy shakes his head.]
Good. I don't want you to be.
[If he's going to be an ex-cop who basically abandoned his post after being kidnapped the least his kidnapper could do is not become a king pin...in Mexico of all places.]
[Is there enough time to do so? He's trying to play it cool. Not get too attached. It's just a silly, stupid dog. Strong arming him to the bathroom doesn't take all that much because Mister Dog thinks it's a game.]
You got what you wanted right there. It'd have to be the sweetest fucking deal there ever was for me to even think about taking it.
[Gonna stay where you are kid? If not. Larry's gonna take off his shirt at least while he is gonna shove the dog into the shower.]
[Remember the toucan? The alien toucan? This kid tamed a goddamn shape shifting carnivorous alien. That has to count for something. As for staying where he is, yes. For now. Because he's lazy. Freddy is turning in his seat though, enough to twist and watch Larry move Mister Dog. Larry who is now suddenly without his shirt.]
Are you gonna shower together?
[No snark. Not really. Not much. It's just a question!!]
Now'd be a good time to start. Dunno how long we'll be putting him up until we find out who he belongs to.
[Such a delivery, it's nearly like he doesn't want the dog. Except sometimes he's made of cellophane. Freddy could write a book on the old man, he probably knows.
Shirt off, now belt.]
I got no better idea to wash him up. We're short on a yard and a garden hose. And I think we should watch our pesos getting this guy washed professionally.
[Freddy says in a matter of fact way, as a matter of fact Larry should just believe him. Is the shower even big enough for the two of them?? As for the act, yes, he sees right through it. Mr. White and Mister Dog are already bonding.]
[So he hopes. Mister Dog can't wear cologne. Mr. White can. That means he'll stink like it. Hopefully he won't stink at all. Washing in the same place won't really do that, will it? Belt off of the old man.]
You wanna get some dish soap? Only if we got the liquid kind. That might be what he needs. Real shit.
[After sort of staring at them for a moment Freddy finally gets off his ass to mosey into the kitchen. One bottle of Dawn and a towel later he's darkening the doorway to the bathroom.]
Are you sure you got this?
[That's your invitation to say you need help--er, ask him to help in some way, old man.]
[Larry has the shower's door open. The frosted glass should keep some mess out. Should. Mister Dog is slowly catching on as to what's happening with his new friends. He is suddenly more difficult to maneuver. Larry pulls him through the threshold, front legs first. Then back legs. He kicks a little but settles. The old bear puts a paw on him to keep him still as he looks over his shoulder to Freddy.]
I dunno if there'll be room for the three of us but stay there in case he tries to bolt.
[Freddy says, raising both arms to show a towel in each after already passing over the soap. Yes this is how much confidence he has in the old man's ability to wash Mister Dog.]
[Forgot about those. Ahem. He takes one and acts like it's the most natural thing in the world for Freddy to be there and anticipate his need for towels. Maybe it has been a bit since he's washed a dog. Let alone his dog.
Toucans don't need to be washed like this.]
Can't be too hard. I mean, he's in here.
[Jinxing words. He gives Freddy a nod and he's shutting the door. The frosted glass door isn't exactly a solid seal so it stays a little open. Hence Freddy sticking by. All the same he turns on the faucet. Water starts off cold. It always does here. Larry flinches. Mister Dog whines and makes for his knees.]
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[What smelly breath jesus christ. Freddy does his best to keep the beast from climbing into the front seat. He just thinks of it as keeping a suspect back. Yep...]
Paco's more of a dog's name.
[Are they going to fight for it now??]
Jose. Martinez. Mendoza. Arturro.
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[A purposeful taunt there. Hah.]
Paco is pretty good. Rhymes with taco.
[Stunning revelation, Dimmy.]
We'll see what he answers to. [Adjusting the mirrors he looks back. He's calming again.] You did get a rise out of him with Son of a Bitch though.
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[Fredric he says.]
How about Lorenzo?
[Two can play at that game, old man. Freddy waves his hand.] We're not calling him Son of a Bitch, it don't matter how far down the shitter he came from.
[That's a subtle judgment call on Rey Ray.]
I guess Paco's all that's left.
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[At least he thinks it is. Shrug.]
What about Pancho? Like Pancho Villa.
[Historic crook this way more or less.]
At least he won't try and pay attention then if we're talking about tacos.
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[Pit bull mastiff bulldog something big and mean and kind of drippy. Freddy turns in his seat to look back at the guy, hand reaching out to pat him on his big thick skull. He really is more a Lorenzo than a Fredric.]
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[As a drive he must keep his hands on the wheel. His eyes follow Freddy's motion. The dog's long tail--why is it not cropped? It's usually cropped for a dog like this.--thumps on the seat a few times.]
We gotta call him something, even if he's only going to be with us a short time.
[Gotta drive that home. Only need to have one in the dog house.]
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[Pat pat pat. Freddy's not calling the dog stupid, honest, but he does have that dopey look to him. Don't blame the kid for calling it like it is.]
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For now. He seems okay. I wouldn't have done it if he seemed like a wild animal. This guy couldn't find himself something to eat if his life depended on it, I'm sure.
[Who died and made him a canine expert? That's yet to be seen. Anyway. They've made their journey and here they are at their small, humble home turf.]
You can go on in, I'll make sure he pisses.
[Assumed responsibility means this isn't a big deal, right?]
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[Freddy says, casting doubt on how poorly he might have had it before Ray Rey (Rey Ray?!) got his hands on him. Oof okay. Deal. The kid has no reason to argue the old man's offer. Out of the car he goes, confident Mister Dog will go along with Mister White as planned.]
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You knucklehead.
[Sigh. Right. Get to it, old man. He comes on out and is ready with the leash. He has no ready reply to Freddy. And honestly he was expecting a little more flack. Maybe he is off the hook. Or maybe he's really gonna get it in another way. At any rate, by the time he leads the dog inside he's had a cigarette. Yeah. That long outside.]
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[Freddy asks when the dynamic duo re-enter. Look he's had time to take off his shoes and kick back on the sofa to turn on the (primarily Spanish) TV set. God he fucking misses future technology sometimes.]
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[The dog is now sniffling and snuffling all over every surface.]
He kinda stinks.
[Like a dog. Larry slowly lets him off the rope leash and collar. He's off finding! It's not a hurricane of destruction but a clear mission to smell everything in the house. Oh there's his friend sitting there!]
Kinda pisses me off he's just left like that. Like collateral. Dogs and kids don't deserve that.
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[Freddy casually offers if the old man is feeling like getting his hands dirty to unstink the stinky beast. Heh. Hey hey. What are you doing, dog? The kid shifts on the couch to casually (tactically) watch where Mister Dog roams.]
It's not your operation.
[He reminds Larry before the man can start feeling guilty about it.]
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Shit. If he's gonna be with us, he's gonna have to shower. Phew.
[Mister Stink would be good too. He gets pulled along now trying to get to their small bathroom.]
I know. I don't want it to be. It's too much of a mess. Besides, I don't think I'm a head honcho sorta fuck.
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[Freddy says, also belatedly catching the chip vacuum. The truth of it is he thinks he saw it first and he was going to eat it damnit. No it's not that old, he remembers possibly dropping it before the dynamic duo returned.]
You gotta learn some fuckin' manners, buddy.
[Says the not so mannerful kid, hah. Freddy shakes his head.]
Good. I don't want you to be.
[If he's going to be an ex-cop who basically abandoned his post after being kidnapped the least his kidnapper could do is not become a king pin...in Mexico of all places.]
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[Is there enough time to do so? He's trying to play it cool. Not get too attached. It's just a silly, stupid dog. Strong arming him to the bathroom doesn't take all that much because Mister Dog thinks it's a game.]
You got what you wanted right there. It'd have to be the sweetest fucking deal there ever was for me to even think about taking it.
[Gonna stay where you are kid? If not. Larry's gonna take off his shirt at least while he is gonna shove the dog into the shower.]
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[Remember the toucan? The alien toucan? This kid tamed a goddamn shape shifting carnivorous alien. That has to count for something. As for staying where he is, yes. For now. Because he's lazy. Freddy is turning in his seat though, enough to twist and watch Larry move Mister Dog. Larry who is now suddenly without his shirt.]
Are you gonna shower together?
[No snark. Not really. Not much. It's just a question!!]
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[Such a delivery, it's nearly like he doesn't want the dog. Except sometimes he's made of cellophane. Freddy could write a book on the old man, he probably knows.
Shirt off, now belt.]
I got no better idea to wash him up. We're short on a yard and a garden hose. And I think we should watch our pesos getting this guy washed professionally.
[Tug, tug. C'mon, Mister Dog.]
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[Freddy says in a matter of fact way, as a matter of fact Larry should just believe him. Is the shower even big enough for the two of them?? As for the act, yes, he sees right through it. Mr. White and Mister Dog are already bonding.]
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[So he hopes. Mister Dog can't wear cologne. Mr. White can. That means he'll stink like it. Hopefully he won't stink at all. Washing in the same place won't really do that, will it? Belt off of the old man.]
You wanna get some dish soap? Only if we got the liquid kind. That might be what he needs. Real shit.
[That's your invitation to help in some way kid.]
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[After sort of staring at them for a moment Freddy finally gets off his ass to mosey into the kitchen. One bottle of Dawn and a towel later he's darkening the doorway to the bathroom.]
Are you sure you got this?
[That's your invitation to say you need help--er, ask him to help in some way, old man.]
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I dunno if there'll be room for the three of us but stay there in case he tries to bolt.
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[Freddy says, raising both arms to show a towel in each after already passing over the soap. Yes this is how much confidence he has in the old man's ability to wash Mister Dog.]
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[Forgot about those. Ahem. He takes one and acts like it's the most natural thing in the world for Freddy to be there and anticipate his need for towels. Maybe it has been a bit since he's washed a dog. Let alone his dog.
Toucans don't need to be washed like this.]
Can't be too hard. I mean, he's in here.
[Jinxing words. He gives Freddy a nod and he's shutting the door. The frosted glass door isn't exactly a solid seal so it stays a little open. Hence Freddy sticking by. All the same he turns on the faucet. Water starts off cold. It always does here. Larry flinches. Mister Dog whines and makes for his knees.]
Hey. Heeey.