[Freddy doesn't say it aloud but he's thinking it; I can spend big bucks too, high roller. And the chair's a good quality deal, worth every penny he spent (as far as he knows...) What he hopes is that the chair meets Larry's standard for taste, quality, design, and price point, because let's face it, Lawrence Dimick knows better about these things. The lever to make the chair recline is tucked against one side, subtle but not invisible, just like the functions under each arm. There's a cooler to one side and the massage and heat controller on the other. They don't call this kind of chair a woman's worst nightmare for nothing. Fortunately Freddy Newendyke is no woman. He comes back to cross his arms over the back and look down on the other man again.]
I wouldn't getcha a chair that feels bad.
[Says Captain America, Flash, and Nite Owl all rolled into one. But what about the birthday business? He thinks about bidding the old man a good one, would he appreciate knowing what Freddy does purely because he was a rat?]
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I wouldn't getcha a chair that feels bad.
[Says Captain America, Flash, and Nite Owl all rolled into one. But what about the birthday business? He thinks about bidding the old man a good one, would he appreciate knowing what Freddy does purely because he was a rat?]