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[The Captain has stepped out into his yard, carrying a toaster. Hopefully his wife and kid won't miss it.
Because he is throwing it! Taking a few moments to figure out where he chucks it, hard. The toaster soars and will probably crater somewhere in the yard of 337 Brady Lane! Merry Christmas Theo Crawford!
The Captain would never had gotten close if he wasn't so ungodly sober right now.
Going back inside and picking up the phone and calling Theo again.]
"You see that? Did I hit you by chance? If not I can try the fridge. Or the car.
Or was that super enough for you?"
Because he is throwing it! Taking a few moments to figure out where he chucks it, hard. The toaster soars and will probably crater somewhere in the yard of 337 Brady Lane! Merry Christmas Theo Crawford!
The Captain would never had gotten close if he wasn't so ungodly sober right now.
Going back inside and picking up the phone and calling Theo again.]
"You see that? Did I hit you by chance? If not I can try the fridge. Or the car.
Or was that super enough for you?"
