[He doesn't recognize the voice, and doesn't try to recognize it. Nor does he look out of the pantry to try and see who that voice belongs to.]
We're all just full of excuses tod- fuck! Shit!
[There's a heavy thump, the sound of a shelf shaking, and a thump against the pantry door that makes it swing a little further closed.]
Crap. Motherfuckin...
[Who's got two thumbs and just tripped over some shit he threw on the floor in the first place? No one. Definitely not Hank. We're not here to talk about that.]
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[He doesn't recognize the voice, and doesn't try to recognize it. Nor does he look out of the pantry to try and see who that voice belongs to.]
We're all just full of excuses tod- fuck! Shit!
[There's a heavy thump, the sound of a shelf shaking, and a thump against the pantry door that makes it swing a little further closed.]
Crap. Motherfuckin...
[Who's got two thumbs and just tripped over some shit he threw on the floor in the first place? No one. Definitely not Hank. We're not here to talk about that.]