[Huff. Kids these days. The sure as fuck dunno how to properly take care of anything starting out. He looked like a Javier. Just sort of put on airs. Poor Marisol. You can try and try, some causes are just lost.]
We don't need a nut biter. Even once might get him to like it.
[Mister Dog is wagging his tail. These ones are better. They drop food more and talk in nice voices to him.]
Speaking of stolen, is this the most you got away with?
[What act? How is it an act if you were actually a hero today, hah. Freddy gives another casual shrug.]
Self-defense. You saw him come at us. I used an appropriate range of force.
[Similarly that woman died because he did exactly what he was trained to do, shoot the chest. None of that shoot the gun out of her hands or shoot her in the leg movie studio bullshit. And yeah, Dimmy, sometimes he still feels bad about it.]
[To a very clever son of a gun. Cops can be slippery. He's known that for some time. The degree of cunning that Freddy has and uses is far more than the average person could understand.
Best let all the bad feelings fall away. Let the only one be his likely sore as fuck hand.]
Why? You feel like a real punk ass from the street.
[That ubiquitous, derogatory term is on his mind but not his lips.]
[It's hard to forget some rap song you hear blasting too loudly while someone is shaking and dancing to it in progressively less clothing.]
In your own way, yeah. You are. I don't think he'll soon forget you. Chances are you'll put on eighty more pounds and gain two more feet the more he tells the story.
[Mister Dog has now taken to leading. He is going away from the noisy, mean place. Their pad must be now burned into his memory. Smart dog.]
I don't reckon that he knows anyone worth calling in that favor. We better pray just in case he ain't getting a black eye.
[That blows all things considered, hell Freddy's more like average height south of the border while Larry's the giant of legend. Taller, thicker, older, gruffer. At least to scum.]
He better pray I never have to use the slug with his name on it in that case.
[Yeah, the kid, a (former) cop, just made a legitimate threat on someone's life. Only for self-defense purposes of course. Mister Dog understands, they don't bite until they have to bite back.]
If I'm the worst he can imagine, he needs a better imagination.
[Shrug there from his big shoulders. The old man is intimidating in his way. Cops still can and will make anyone piss their pants. It takes a type of person. Except with the kid out of uniform, how many will get the idea at all?]
Amen. We don't need that mess. There's enough for us to sort out.
[He pets Mister Dog who sort of headbutts his hand.]
[Freddy gives another shrug as if he's not quite sure that would be the case but it's only because sometimes he imagines Mr. White to be the meanest biggest baddest man in town...with a heart of gold for kids and women.]
So. What are we gonna do with this guy?
[He gives Mister Dog a light nudge with his foot. Of course he already knows the implied answer, the whole scene back there indicating he's willing to keep the dog. The kid just wants to hear the old man ask for it. Heh.]
[Don't forget canines! Fox faces sneaky ass cops too.]
Get him cleaned up. Feed him.
[Basic needs. When they took him in the first time it was a stepping stone to a big, lug of a well behaved hound. Mister Dog doesn't mind nudging. He is still going. Tail swaying a little.]
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[Huff. Kids these days. The sure as fuck dunno how to properly take care of anything starting out. He looked like a Javier. Just sort of put on airs. Poor Marisol. You can try and try, some causes are just lost.]
We don't need a nut biter. Even once might get him to like it.
[Mister Dog is wagging his tail. These ones are better. They drop food more and talk in nice voices to him.]
Speaking of stolen, is this the most you got away with?
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[He's not playing dumb, honest. Freddy just doesn't think this really qualifies as stealing so why would Larry ever ask such a preposterous question.]
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Assault.
[Not even close, Dimmy because he shot some lady in retaliation. Wouldn't that just be self defense?]
They should call you a one hit wonder.
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Self-defense. You saw him come at us. I used an appropriate range of force.
[Similarly that woman died because he did exactly what he was trained to do, shoot the chest. None of that shoot the gun out of her hands or shoot her in the leg movie studio bullshit. And yeah, Dimmy, sometimes he still feels bad about it.]
They should call me LL Cool J.
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[To a very clever son of a gun. Cops can be slippery. He's known that for some time. The degree of cunning that Freddy has and uses is far more than the average person could understand.
Best let all the bad feelings fall away. Let the only one be his likely sore as fuck hand.]
Why? You feel like a real punk ass from the street.
[That ubiquitous, derogatory term is on his mind but not his lips.]
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[The streets of Fresno then LA anyway. But that's not what he's getting at, Dimmy! Did the old man already forget one of his favorite jams?]
Because I knocked his ass out.
[A little puffing and preening here. How's Mister Dog doing anyway? He's part of the conversation despite speaking a somewhat different language.]
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In your own way, yeah. You are. I don't think he'll soon forget you. Chances are you'll put on eighty more pounds and gain two more feet the more he tells the story.
[Mister Dog has now taken to leading. He is going away from the noisy, mean place. Their pad must be now burned into his memory. Smart dog.]
I don't reckon that he knows anyone worth calling in that favor. We better pray just in case he ain't getting a black eye.
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[That blows all things considered, hell Freddy's more like average height south of the border while Larry's the giant of legend. Taller, thicker, older, gruffer. At least to scum.]
He better pray I never have to use the slug with his name on it in that case.
[Yeah, the kid, a (former) cop, just made a legitimate threat on someone's life. Only for self-defense purposes of course. Mister Dog understands, they don't bite until they have to bite back.]
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[Shrug there from his big shoulders. The old man is intimidating in his way. Cops still can and will make anyone piss their pants. It takes a type of person. Except with the kid out of uniform, how many will get the idea at all?]
Amen. We don't need that mess. There's enough for us to sort out.
[He pets Mister Dog who sort of headbutts his hand.]
At least we got to help out this guy.
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So. What are we gonna do with this guy?
[He gives Mister Dog a light nudge with his foot. Of course he already knows the implied answer, the whole scene back there indicating he's willing to keep the dog. The kid just wants to hear the old man ask for it. Heh.]
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Get him cleaned up. Feed him.
[Basic needs. When they took him in the first time it was a stepping stone to a big, lug of a well behaved hound. Mister Dog doesn't mind nudging. He is still going. Tail swaying a little.]