[Fingers go combing first all back on his scalp but it's gonna fall back where it was then to one side.]

They had to make sure nobody was wishing anybody dead. [Gulp.] Or-or robbing anybody. They had machines that were able to read intent. [Huff. Oh damn that tongue. Larry spreads his legs more. He's torn between leaning back or scooting forward. He's just a man Freddy, don't be mad at him.]

Shit, man. Are you gonna fuck me? Ride me? Or [more urgent clutching and a little pull] just thirsty?