[Right over the crate. Fuck now Freddy's starting to feel pretty fucking warm. He's got to make a quick decision, desecrate a little girl's place--for keeping a shitload of artillery--or go home hard. The smell of gun oil and ammunition just isn't the same when you're only trying to imagine it. He takes a deeper breath.]
No.
[That hand on the old man kneads against his loaded gun.] You're a tough as nails gunrunner and I'm a greenhorn who just broke into the wrong cache.
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No.
[That hand on the old man kneads against his loaded gun.] You're a tough as nails gunrunner and I'm a greenhorn who just broke into the wrong cache.
[Will Larry bite?]