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Walt seemed to choke on air upon first seeing Oswald, walking into the room in his cartoony way, examining the area around him with a friendly smile.
Ub took the moment to snatch the penknife away from Walt, and dashed up to Oswald, ready to stab. Walt, however, wasn't too deep in shock to stand still, and grabbed Ub's hands, and held him down.
"Ub! Ub! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Walt cried, using all his strength to prevent Ub from cutting Oswald to ribbons.
"This isn't right, Walt! We can't just go around doing this kind of stuff! What if someone gets hurt?"
Walt, still holding Ub down, responded, "Ub, it's Oswald, not a monster. I'm going to prove it to you. Just give me the penknife, and you'll see."
Ub struggled a little less, but said, "I don't want to see you getting killed, Walt."
Walt smiled. "Just trust me. You've been able to trust me before, why not now?"
That was all it took for Ub to stop fighting and give Walt the knife.
Walt let Ub go, and slowly walked up to Oswald, and bent down on one knee.
"Hey there, fella. You must be Oswald, right?"
Oswald blinked for a moment, then nodded his head.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Oswald! My name's Walter, but you can call me Walt! I'm a friend of your father."
Ub wanted to scold Walt for talking down to him, but fear kept his voice silent.
"Sorry that your father didn't treat you very nice", Walt said, extending his hand, "He was just a little scared. I guess we all are. But can we be friends? Just a handshake will do."
Oswald looked to Walt, then to Ub. He smiled, and firmly grasped Walt's hand and shook it up and down.