[This close Larry can breath in Marlboro, chocolate and booze flavoring Freddy's breath. His own eyes shut a few moments to appreciate the warmth of his skin. Not much bloodshed for putting a body to rest, no matter what he looks like. It don't matter. This here is worth fighting for, worth all the bullshit from all directions.]
You better. Don't make me go and get you. You wouldn't like it.
[He's mildy impressed with his own delivery, like it was possible. A long exhale and he opens his eyes again.]
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You better. Don't make me go and get you. You wouldn't like it.
[He's mildy impressed with his own delivery, like it was possible. A long exhale and he opens his eyes again.]