[He is sweating bullets, literally, though not out of fear that Larry might get mad--he expects it--just fear that he's put his bird in jeopardy, fear that he can't stop being a damn ruiner. Freddy returns the squeeze in kind. A fucking anchor, this old man.]
I thought it was nice you wanted him around, Larry.
[The amount of treats from one bear paw to one toucan bill practically tripled didn't it? Then again, Newendyke, did Larry really want the bird around or just the fantasy mine you planted in his head? Shit man now's not the time to think in layers like that, this is fucking complicated as is.] I don't--I don't know. There's the hospital. That's all I got.
[Doubtful Lucky's got connections unless Mamba keeps exotics, and not the leggy busty variety either.]
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I thought it was nice you wanted him around, Larry.
[The amount of treats from one bear paw to one toucan bill practically tripled didn't it? Then again, Newendyke, did Larry really want the bird around or just the fantasy mine you planted in his head? Shit man now's not the time to think in layers like that, this is fucking complicated as is.] I don't--I don't know. There's the hospital. That's all I got.
[Doubtful Lucky's got connections unless Mamba keeps exotics, and not the leggy busty variety either.]