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[whitetwoguns]

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[There must be some kind of universal attraction between this man and impromptu violence. There is a hard ker-splat noise, nearly comical. See, he's laughing in shock.]

Are you kidding me? Jesus. I seen somethings. But I never seen that before. He's blinking. Breathing. Is that how you take a picture?

[Nearby, slightly muffled.]

I have. Come on, Re-Animator.

[He presses a few buttons, believing it's off.]

What?

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[whitetwoguns]

[The two come together with all of the grace and beauty of a demolition derby. Snicker snack, snicker snack, goes the old broad and the shears. Gabby is losing her cool and it looks like she's going to lose something else.

God above, he didn't see that coming. Now he wishes they could stay to watch. It's like a Saturday morning cartoon come to life.

The matter at hand is that they've got something.]

Sure.

[Good walk away, Dimick.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Whew. Good work, Freddy.]

Third Exorcist, by the way.

[Referring to the Saturday morning cartoon over there, though he's pretty sure it's lost on Larry.]

I thought this kind of shit was a little too... [Hand wavering goes here.] beneath you.

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[whitetwoguns]

[You mean absolutely lost on Larry. Someday they'll talk about cowboy films. He happens to like those quite a bit.]

It is little, but it gets results. And sometimes the challenge is the largest part of the pay off.

[This isn't the same as saying that he agrees. It didn't seem like any thing to Freddy. Smooth guy that he is, it's a walk in the park probably. They can get him a challenge too.]

How much you want to bet the casino is jumping while everyone's trying to get a head.

[Absolutely accidental pun. For being in such a good humor he doesn't crack a smile at it.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Cowboy films are cool. Cowboy TV too, James West and Artemus Gordon were the shit.]

. . . .

[He stares at Larry but doesn't miss a beat. Hand to shoulder, firm pat then a squeeze.]

Some of them got no body to play with.

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[whitetwoguns]

[Rawhide, let's never forget Rawhide.

It's vaguely distracting getting touched by Freddy in public. Just saying.

...Okay, now he gets it.]

Oh, I ain't got no body. And no body cares for me.

[That's all he'll croon. It's ridiculous enough.]

Where are we headed?

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[orangetoughguy]

[Snort. No really, Freddy just snorted. It's kind of endearing to hear that. Karaoke. One day, one motherfucking drunken day. The hand slides off now as he pulls his collar closer around his neck.]

You gotta quit while you're ahead. [Freddy should take his own advice.] You wanna go lookin' for that track?

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[whitetwoguns]

There's gotta be a million of those.

[Cheap puns he means. Already they've pulled out what? Five? That's five too many.]

Nah. I'm thinking tacos though. Then we can take a look and see what we really got.

[He's always thinking tacos. They should take em to go in case if there's more head nonsense which...judging by the day is rolling doesn't seem impossible.

Then they can see whether or not they need to hit up anybody. If it were based on Larry alone, he'd just keep going til he was tired or forced to leave the area. Working with someone else evens him out, keeps him alert. Freddy especially. Gotta look out for the kid. Always.]