Don't talk shit about my shirt. It's a fuckin' classic.
[As classic as Tommy Bahamas gets. It's an off day, no suit required. He's tense about his shoulders and that's got nothing to do with being oggled that way.
His beaky nosed, flannel wearing passenger is a decent sight to see. If Freddy were feeling better he would be appreciating all that he is...and isn't wearing to the fullest extent.]
Okay. [Swinging right on in to a parking slot, he breaks.]
Want me to go in with you?
[It's too dark for sunglasses to hide the way he looks around again using the mirrors.]
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[As classic as Tommy Bahamas gets. It's an off day, no suit required. He's tense about his shoulders and that's got nothing to do with being oggled that way.
His beaky nosed, flannel wearing passenger is a decent sight to see. If Freddy were feeling better he would be appreciating all that he is...and isn't wearing to the fullest extent.]
Okay. [Swinging right on in to a parking slot, he breaks.]
Want me to go in with you?
[It's too dark for sunglasses to hide the way he looks around again using the mirrors.]