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Oswald's hand cautiously moves towards a chrome plated baton hooked onto is belt.
He squints, giving off an " I dare you, pussy" look
OSWALD Did I stutter?
David quickly straightens up his posture.
DAVID Uh...no sir, you did not.
OSWALD Wasn't asking you.
Suddenly David realizes that Oswald is looking over his shoulder, he spins his head around and spots a stainless mirror propped up against the house.
Oswald sneers at his own reflection, his chrome baton giving off a blinding glare in the mirror.
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