[That's more like it, a less fretting calmer cooler professional bear. Freddy leans back enough to scoop more cereal into his mouth. Munch munch crunch. Well, not so crunchy, because the stuff's gone soggy. Sip of his coffee.]
I got time before I gotta run off. You? [All those three word phrases have his heart beating a bit like a super bass.] Wanna put my back on the table?
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I got time before I gotta run off. You? [All those three word phrases have his heart beating a bit like a super bass.] Wanna put my back on the table?