[This is to you, you working class brute, "you have to be with toucans, meat will make him sick." True toucan facts. "I'm sorry I can't do more," he shakes his head at Freddy, "but I'll do my best. I can keep the lights on all night." Playing up the nice guy thing which he is at times, just not to Larry. This much is obvious. Maybe the old man is onto something after all. The kid hadn't caught a single whiff of it until now. Then again it could just be the size of Lawrence Dimick's massive cock threatening another man's unit. That's the way it goes, or something. Anyway, this is still about Sam.]
It's cool, thanks man.
[Freddy nods, genuinely appreciating any help he can get for the toucan. Green eyes aren't making too big of a show darting between the men but they're darting, he's noting, he's smelling. Right, time for them to go.] We're gonna keep lookin' on foot. Give me a call if anything comes up.
[Another nod, the kid's talking like a regular detective. The better to avoid a cock fight. "Next time let's share a drink," Brian adds, looking at both men, especially at you, Lawrence Dimick, "White."]
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It's cool, thanks man.
[Freddy nods, genuinely appreciating any help he can get for the toucan. Green eyes aren't making too big of a show darting between the men but they're darting, he's noting, he's smelling. Right, time for them to go.] We're gonna keep lookin' on foot. Give me a call if anything comes up.
[Another nod, the kid's talking like a regular detective. The better to avoid a cock fight. "Next time let's share a drink," Brian adds, looking at both men, especially at you, Lawrence Dimick, "White."]