[Puff out of his cigarette. He puts it in the ashtray then goes for the lotion. The exhale of smoke rolls out of his nostrils as he rubs the portion between his hands. Unscented, extra strength because it's winter time. Those now lotioned paws grab at Freddy's spreading it between their four hands.

It's an excuse to touch him.]

Sure. How many girls are you thinking? Ten? Twelve?

[Not too many, but enough to really turn heads.]

There are some nice ones. I'll try them first. We shouldn't deal with cunts if we don't have to.