[One of those swipes manages to cut Freddy across the back of his hand. The cat goes free without losing one of its nine lives but not without a split second snarl from the kid, something ferocious and almost foaming, but then the moment's gone.]
Son of a bitch. [He shakes his cut hand out. Nothing deep--ooooookay. He saw this movie.] Poltergeist.
[Wait.] Pink? Pink that you? You motherfucker! [He goes to the TV and gives the thing a thumb from his boot.] What the fuck's goin' on!
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Son of a bitch. [He shakes his cut hand out. Nothing deep--ooooookay. He saw this movie.] Poltergeist.
[Wait.] Pink? Pink that you? You motherfucker! [He goes to the TV and gives the thing a thumb from his boot.] What the fuck's goin' on!