( Chica hears him. She does. But she's already three scoops deep, mouth full of whatever this diner has decided to toss away. Some of it is edible, but there's also things like expired PokéPellets, the unusable ends of lettuce and tomatoes, and paper receipts, all of which hang from her mouth. )
Whuh—?
( What's she supposed to do? Spit this out? No, she chews and swallows before wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. )
Freddy! Freddy, you can sing! People love to hear your voice!
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Whuh—?
( What's she supposed to do? Spit this out? No, she chews and swallows before wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. )
Freddy! Freddy, you can sing! People love to hear your voice!