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3/1/2016 7:09:34 PM
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"I'll play with my gun then..."
[b]He flips his gun out of its holster, and catches it before flipping the mag out, pulling back which makes the loaded bullet pop out, and he then starts toying with it. [/b]
English
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"Don't shoot anything."
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"Right.... Because that's possible without bullets...."
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"Hey ya never know."
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"Magic? Illuminati? The power of a teen who's high on hormones and basically horny at all times? Blame the hormones on the last option..."
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"True, those do things to you."
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"It's awful sometimes..."
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"I feel like this conversation is taking a bad turn."
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"Oh?"
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"Yeah."
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[b]He shrugs and continues to fiddle with his gun. [/b]
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She gets into her book.
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[b]He fiddles in one of his many pockets, and pulls a grenade like object out.[/b]
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"Don't blow us up."
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"If this thing blows the entire ship goes with us..."
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"Like I said."
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[b]He hits the top of it with the butt of his gun breaking the grenade and freeing the powder inside. [/b]
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She goes back to her book.
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[b]He inhales deeply which makes him snort up some gunpowder which then makes him cough very wildly. [/b]
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"You OK?"
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[b]He wildly shakes his head as blood starts to mix with his saliva. [/b]
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"Crap!" She runs over and tries to help.
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[b]He rolls onto his back before repeatedly slamming a fist into his chest. The coughing eventually stops but now he has some fuсled up lungs to deal with.[/b]
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"Why did you do that!?"
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"Like I did it on purpose!"
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"Hit the grenade I mean!"
