[Hey husband who owned chickens with him and had like five or six kids and was apparently the defacto top (Flamebringer has gone to bed for the past few nights SEETHING about this).
He loads the gun, clicks the barrel into place, and takes aim. Apparently he knows how to use a gun, which is a terrible fucking thing... but his aim isn't exactly splendid, and he misses about 1/3rd of the shots he takes.
Stupid blind eye.]
Tch.
[If this were a Terran gun, he'd have made those bullets explode.]
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He loads the gun, clicks the barrel into place, and takes aim. Apparently he knows how to use a gun, which is a terrible fucking thing... but his aim isn't exactly splendid, and he misses about 1/3rd of the shots he takes.
Stupid blind eye.]
Tch.
[If this were a Terran gun, he'd have made those bullets explode.]
If my left eye wasn't fucked...
[Not gonna touch the husband thing. Yet.]