Clenching his fists a little, Flynn twiddled with his Stetson hat to better adjust it, eager to join the side of his big sis' as he faces the suited man. Unfortunately, Flynn wasn't as half as threatening and his voice was by no means intimidating, but he still pointed an angry finger at the suited man nonetheless.
"Ah' think this magic tonic is a buncha baloney! Sure it may taste good, but any ol' chump could pay some fella' to act like he's been cured! Yeah, thas' right, you over there!" Flynn adds, pointing to the guy who shot the bottle. Folding his arms, Flynn pouted as he held his ground next to Amy and his big brother.
"This suited scammer, thas' what!" Flynn whispered to his brother in reply to his question, not breaking eye contact with the man in the suit: 'AJ'.
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