Put the gun down! [Pink? Orange? Both of them! He's dividing his attention between the two. Fuck. Larry's done cowering. He's the one who's still in one piece. A quick glance at Pink sees tat he's gonna need some help ASAP.] Don't fucking move from this spot. [In case if he had any bright ideas to trench crawl or fuck all if Larry knows how that brain of Pink's works.] Don't you fucking dare shoot or you'll wish you were dead.
[Clear enough for you? It better be. The old man has his hands more than filled. That chump needs medical attention. God only knows what the fuck Freddy needs. Whatever it may be, Larry's got to try. He's walking in the opposite direction of the other alley patrons. Shit is there anyone left in here anymore? The machines are humming, the song is still playing loudly. What the hell is going on? Mr. White isn't sure if he too should draw a gun, he's got no intention of returning fire.]
Come out, Orange. No one's gonna do anymore shooting. You're the boss. Come on out, let's talk. You and me. Pink can't go no-where. See, you got him good. That what you wanted?
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[Clear enough for you? It better be. The old man has his hands more than filled. That chump needs medical attention. God only knows what the fuck Freddy needs. Whatever it may be, Larry's got to try. He's walking in the opposite direction of the other alley patrons. Shit is there anyone left in here anymore? The machines are humming, the song is still playing loudly. What the hell is going on? Mr. White isn't sure if he too should draw a gun, he's got no intention of returning fire.]
Come out, Orange. No one's gonna do anymore shooting. You're the boss. Come on out, let's talk. You and me. Pink can't go no-where. See, you got him good. That what you wanted?