[A paw on his head, thick fingers in his hair, both are like an appetizer for a taste of things to come (heh), the taste he wants in his mouth. Freddy resists the urge to turn and look at Larry.]
What're you gonna do about it?
[Play it super cool, Newendyke, don't let'im see you sweat. At least not yet.]
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What're you gonna do about it?
[Play it super cool, Newendyke, don't let'im see you sweat. At least not yet.]