[Vest next for the old man. The velcro and buckles give away one after the other. Tomorrow Larry knows he's gonna be a sore piece of shit. A live and well sore piece of shit who wouldn't want it any other way.]
Me? Take a whiff of yourself?
[As he steps closer he's removing handguns. One, two right there.]
no subject
Me? Take a whiff of yourself?
[As he steps closer he's removing handguns. One, two right there.]
I think you're smelling yourself.
[Hair askew, smudged he is a sight.]