[Just when he's got the washer set and the wrench ready to start cranking, Freddy also gives Larry a look. Like bird like man or something. Staring. But unlike Sam, Freddy hear doesn't click in morse code or look like he's sizing the bear up. For one, he knows most of what Lawrence Dimick is capable of in the first place. Can he take the dirty home improvement?]
I'm gonna tighten that shit up you hear?
[The kid's playing along, wrench turning once, twice, followed by the sound of exertion from Freddy Newendyke. The bird there has excellent timing. Hop hop and it's up on its own cage before moving to perch on Larry's shoulder. He's the one being still and not cranking after all. So, can the bear take it?]
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I'm gonna tighten that shit up you hear?
[The kid's playing along, wrench turning once, twice, followed by the sound of exertion from Freddy Newendyke. The bird there has excellent timing. Hop hop and it's up on its own cage before moving to perch on Larry's shoulder. He's the one being still and not cranking after all. So, can the bear take it?]