[Pink should get his eyes checked neither Orange nor White are horny, prepubescent Italians. He doesn't need to bother glaring. Is this how you treat the people who are trying to get you help?
Forget for a second that one of them did it. The point is that it looks like he's not going to again. Larry pats Freddy's shoulder, the uninjured arm. Seeing the beige wrist brace reminds him that the party is over. He'll take it off the first chance he gets. Contact made, he keeps a grip. Amazing how coherent the kid is. What the fuck.]
Hang in there, Pink. Help's on the way. Your gun is away, right? [So that when he approaches with Freddy at his side there won't be two asses on a gurney.]
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Forget for a second that one of them did it. The point is that it looks like he's not going to again. Larry pats Freddy's shoulder, the uninjured arm. Seeing the beige wrist brace reminds him that the party is over. He'll take it off the first chance he gets. Contact made, he keeps a grip. Amazing how coherent the kid is. What the fuck.]
Hang in there, Pink. Help's on the way. Your gun is away, right? [So that when he approaches with Freddy at his side there won't be two asses on a gurney.]