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Originally Posted by sock
As Rocky leans over his seat to search for a gun, he continues rambling. "Bruised? Bumped? Rattled? Dented? Gonna throw up? ah-" He resurfaces with the revolver from earlier, tossing it into Freckle's lap. "Come on, buck up, bucko! Let the laughs loose!" The grey tabby let out a laugh of his own.
The sounds of footsteps and gunshots made his grin broaden. "Light 'em up, cupcake!" |
First he makes sure it's loaded. Then he pokes his head out the right window. He sees the pig farmers that they blew up before. He then huffs, shaking his head. Back for more, eh, loves? He asks himself in his mind while he cocks the gun back and takes aim at the first one's gun arm. He then pulls the trigger. Not even aiming, he turns to the next one and fires. Making sure their both down, he ducks down and starts to wait out the third one.