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[orangetoughguy]

[Shifty sneaky surveillance video is on, showing a seemingly complacent monkey toy creature beast thing sitting on top of a tool box. Your narrator whispers.]

It's still watching me. [The camera pans around...around...and the monkey's head follows.] This shit is so fucked up, I mean really fucked up, an experiment in Romero fuckin' fear fucked up.

[...Arrrrooouuund...a full 180 degrees. THE SCREECHING AND ATTACKING BEGINS. Said narrator shouts "SHIT!" as the camera attempts a hasty retreat. The video feed ends on a tight close up of enraged bulging monkey eyes.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[When did this become a daytime TV talk show? Freddy huffs.] I didn't sign up to play your couples therapist, whatever you're sayin' now you sure as hell weren't sayin' it before. And no I'm not gonna ask her if you're the first guy to sleep with her, you can ask her yourself cause I doubt she wants me to hear it.

[He puts that out there first before addressing Claire.] I can't talk to you cause I'm a cop. I'm undercover and anything you say can and will be used against you if I'm ratted out to someone who's not gonna think twice about bruising on my acquaintances to get to me. I don't care how 'unbreakable' you are, it's the people who know you you gotta worry about so yeah I get why you're so private, cause I'm stuck in the same place. Now I'm too close to being compromised [In the garage no less.] and that can't happen. I'm not gonna die. Sorry, girl.

[This is the end of the line sort of but since he's not really on the phone so to speak there's no click.]