It ain't that, I don't move all too good. [Freddy explains. He's got nothing against Bowie, at all. Especially when he's growling his words looking at you with those strange eyes. Ahem.] I'm kinda surprised you know it.
[Aaaaand there we go. A smile. The scrappy blonde guy gives the dark haired old gun a smile.]
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[Aaaaand there we go. A smile. The scrappy blonde guy gives the dark haired old gun a smile.]