<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Freddie returned with a funny box in his hands as he looked it over a moment or two not sure what it was. Opening it and looking in side it looked like a record only smaller, that was the least of his worries. "This ass doesn't even look like me. His teeth are to small, I mean look at him. Little pretty boy trying to be me." He kept flipping it around looking to the back of the box and then to the front. "Oscar winning? Is this a joke? They gave him an oscar? Where the fuck is my oscar? Really now?" <br/>
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As he entered the room he glared at his lover watching the kiss break. "Well now, I leave the room for two bloody minutes." Freddie closed the dvd as his eyes narrowed a little looking to the large blonde at the table as he crossed his arms. With a huff he walked right past the table to the large tv in the bar area struggling to figure out how to work the damn thing he had never seen before. "No damn vhs tapes... stupid death hotel... stupid movie made about my life. How do you use this damn thing????" <br/>
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