[A man trusts their guns with their life, and whoever they trust their guns to, well, that goes without fucking saying. So far one gun does the trick though any quick glance tells the old man to keep his eyes peeled.]
So they aren't part owl.
[All that metal coming to pieces. You can't call them robots though they've got skin.] What the fuck are they supposed to be?
[There's a rattling noise and for a second he believes they lost their fugly friends when one attempts to dive at Freddy's side. Larry's there with a bullet in no time. He is hardly even thinking anymore, just reacting.]
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So they aren't part owl.
[All that metal coming to pieces. You can't call them robots though they've got skin.] What the fuck are they supposed to be?
[There's a rattling noise and for a second he believes they lost their fugly friends when one attempts to dive at Freddy's side. Larry's there with a bullet in no time. He is hardly even thinking anymore, just reacting.]