Curly salivated as he watched the shirt tear away, and just when he got to the good part, she went and tried to cover up “oh, come on!” he said, like a man who just had a moviegoer stand right when the action was getting good. He’d stabbed at the girl, before he stopped half-way. He’d heard Larry try to talk some sense into the girl and nodded in agreement “It would go much better for everyone if you just did what we said” he slapped the blade of the knife against his cheek as he looked at her “Doctor’s orders, sweetie. I’m going to need to check your heart.”