Colin decided that maybe it would be best to have more than one kind of gun. So he slung the semi automatic rifle over his shoulder, stuffed a pistol in his pocket, and grabbed ammo for both.
The fat gamer went up to the entrance floor of the ship to find that the whole place was full of bimbos. He readied his pistol and crouched down, sneaking past the horde by manuvering around some crates, until he saw a bimbo in front of the doorway out. He raised the hangun, and swiftly dealt her a shot to the face.
The bimbos heard the loud noise and went towards it, oblivious to the fat guy slipping through the doorway and sealing it off.
Colin slipped through the hallway with caution, occasionally shooting a bimbo in the face or chest. The fat gamer slipped through undetected, working his way up to where Murphy supposedly was. Spotting a couple of bimbos too far away for the pistol , Colin drew out the rifle and let off two shots. The rifle had some kick to it, but the headshots still landed, producing loud cracking and spurts of blood.
He found himself at a dilemma at that point: there were three ways to go and he had only ever been on the Regan twice his whole life. He didn't know where to go around this place. He decided to try a "fool proof" navigation method.
"Eenie meanie miney moe, catch a tiger by it's toe, if it hollers 'let it go!', eenie.. meanie... miney...... MOE!" Colin said as he headed in the director he ended on...