[Hank's attention moves from the mythical creature playing with his dog to the relatively less mythical prohibition mobster standing - floating - beside him. He squints at him.]
Why? You think I'm gonna call Sumo up on a little dog sized cell phone and tell him where I'm at? They could go anywhere, look at the way she's swimming.
[That is, very well, crossing distances of ten or twenty feet with one flick of her tail. This, to Hank, makes two points pretty clear.
Point one: Hank has probably lost his mind.
Point two: That hallucination could take his dog anywhere she wants right now.]
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[Hank's attention moves from the mythical creature playing with his dog to the relatively less mythical prohibition mobster standing - floating - beside him. He squints at him.]
Why? You think I'm gonna call Sumo up on a little dog sized cell phone and tell him where I'm at? They could go anywhere, look at the way she's swimming.
[That is, very well, crossing distances of ten or twenty feet with one flick of her tail. This, to Hank, makes two points pretty clear.
Point one: Hank has probably lost his mind.
Point two: That hallucination could take his dog anywhere she wants right now.]