I was thinking more like the type for the rodeo. They put up a hell of a fight.

[Physical fight not verbal. The verbal right now is tame by their standards.]

Tomorrow then.

[Soap in one paw lathering up and over freckled turf.]

Now though, I'm gonna get you clean then say good night.

[Because even if he hasn't fucked Freddy to soreness he's done it to exhaustion. Two rounds one after the other.]