[The kid wants to knock a fucking table over and break a window so he keeps his hands curled in tight fists, held close to his sides. Shit don't freak out, Newendyke, just be cool. Be cool like Mr. White. Turn around and sit down in the kitchen.]
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[Fuck he knocks a side table over, taking the magazines and figures and whatever else was on it down to the floor. Nothing breaks, that's the good news. Then Freddy turns around to lumber back into the kitchen, right into a bear's arms whether they're open or not.]
He did, Larry. He had me right there.
[And he could have taken the kid out so easily. It could have gone so wrong so fast.]
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[Fuck he knocks a side table over, taking the magazines and figures and whatever else was on it down to the floor. Nothing breaks, that's the good news. Then Freddy turns around to lumber back into the kitchen, right into a bear's arms whether they're open or not.]
He did, Larry. He had me right there.
[And he could have taken the kid out so easily. It could have gone so wrong so fast.]