[A paw rests on Freddy's hand. Pedal to the metal. Tires squeal and those dino birds make unpleasant noises as they go about their way. There may be some tire marks in the pavement. Whatever. They're on their way!]
Jesus Christ.
[Is that it? Are they really in the clear? Birds out of the way he can look his way. With the two of em there should be nothing left amiss. Phew. Woah, Dimick. Once they hit the streets he has to slow it on down.]
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Jesus Christ.
[Is that it? Are they really in the clear? Birds out of the way he can look his way. With the two of em there should be nothing left amiss. Phew. Woah, Dimick. Once they hit the streets he has to slow it on down.]
I don't be-fucking-lieve we did that.