[ Eddie jumps about a mile high as someone calls out to him through the fog. He swears again, louder this time, kicking himself for feeling and behaving the way he does: like a coward, as usual.
He takes a deep breath and with a humorless chuckle, he calls back out: ]
Yeah, yeah. Totally cool, man.
[ No matter what he says, he’s not “totally cool”, or even halfway cool. It’s clear that no one is hurt. The “body” in the middle of the road is nothing but plastic, and Eddie doesn’t have a scratch on him. But his voice wavers, his heart is pounding with residual fear, and he feels like he just got run over by a semi.
Another beat of silence, another deep breath, and he calls out once more, attempting to steady his voice and inject some humor into the situation: ]
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He takes a deep breath and with a humorless chuckle, he calls back out: ]
Yeah, yeah. Totally cool, man.
[ No matter what he says, he’s not “totally cool”, or even halfway cool. It’s clear that no one is hurt. The “body” in the middle of the road is nothing but plastic, and Eddie doesn’t have a scratch on him. But his voice wavers, his heart is pounding with residual fear, and he feels like he just got run over by a semi.
Another beat of silence, another deep breath, and he calls out once more, attempting to steady his voice and inject some humor into the situation: ]
So, uh…why did the mannequin cross the road?