Just because of that you think you're some fucking hot rod?

[Ten fingers, well Larry had him on three. What's that say about Freddy's prowess as the pitcher? If that's a finger to citizen ration? Shit. Too much math.

Paws pull at his arms to get them uncrossed.]

Yeah, rockstar? How good? I don't see nobody else here so I don't think it worked out that fucking well.

[Nobody except Dimick. From where he stands he's pretty sure that the kid is fixing to either fuck himself or at least bend on over. Yeah. He sure doesn't know yet.]