You think I might bust a nut just like that? I'm a professional too you know.

[Freddy carries on, sinking his teeth into that apple happily. Moving onto the next corner he's got his washers and bolts ready for the twisting. This prevents the kid from putting his full attention on the bird, only because he figures the old man will tell him if something's up. What's he gonna say now? Because the beast shifts its attention from Freddy Newendyke to Lawrence Dimick. Headtilt, headtilt, tok. It takes a gentle stab at the bear's ear.]

Oh yeah, that one's going in. A little grease and nothin' doin'. [Insert more gruff exerting sounds.]