[The salesman...if he is actually interested in selling...looks like the deadbeat brother of Shaggy, the groovy slacker with the herky, jerky coward of a Great Dane. Larry shrugs to himself. Everybody's got a job. And the product practically sells itself anyway. Someone's gotta keep the air moving in the room and make sure none of the merch leaves with the standard Dimick discount.
Oh ho! Freddy found something. He tries not to look too amused as he's flipping through sheet music books. No, he can't read it just the lyrics.]
Is it the right kinda weight?
[That's part of the choosing process right? At least that's one of the elements when the old man is looking for a weapon.]
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Oh ho! Freddy found something. He tries not to look too amused as he's flipping through sheet music books. No, he can't read it just the lyrics.]
Is it the right kinda weight?
[That's part of the choosing process right? At least that's one of the elements when the old man is looking for a weapon.]