"Yuh-yeah. That's r-r-right, the cluh-clown isn't here a-at all, and if ih-it even t-t-tr-tries, we'll k-k-k-kill it," Bill said, his voice suddenly hard with hatred. But his reasons weren't going to be told over the phone. That was something for later, when it was just the three of them and Bill felt they were settled enough on the Station to hear what Kat his mom had told him.
"Wuh-we can g-g-get you y-your clothes, though, d-don't w-w-worry," he added after a moment. "Your s-s-stuh-stuff sssshows up wh-when you d-d-do, so you'll have a, a, a r-room beside Richie's r-r-room and my ruh-room with all y-your things. We'll t-t-take you there when D-d-d-Dan brings you to muh-meet us, oh-oh-okay?"