[He briefly thinks about what it would be like to have a clone. Would he still be able to take not one but two versions of the kid on? Pride affirms that he could. Nicotine stains add a twinge of flavor to the old man's tongue as he sticks it between Freddy's pointer and middle fingers. About time they part or else. Larry gives a nod.]
Nmmmm.
[Now that his body goes back into place he can privately marvel at how Mr. Orange went right at it. All that is in the old man now are those fingers that he slowly let slip out.]
Filled me right up.
[As though he is the car. The coup may be drying about now.]
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Nmmmm.
[Now that his body goes back into place he can privately marvel at how Mr. Orange went right at it. All that is in the old man now are those fingers that he slowly let slip out.]
Filled me right up.
[As though he is the car. The coup may be drying about now.]