Colin shakily raised his gun, sweat dripping down his forehead. It was an old man, he lived a full life, what's his for some gear to hand off to younger folks. He readied himself, readied himself, readi-
"God damn it, I can't do it!" Colin inadvertently shouted aloud.
"Eh? Who said that?" the old man asked while turning around.
Well, things took a sharp turn to having a barrel pointed directly between his eyes.
"WHAT'RE YAH DOIN' ON MY PROPERTY!" the old man yelled.
"Look old timer, I don't want any trouble, I'm...." Colin nervously paused. He had to wonder if he could really kill another person... then the thought about another way to the weapons.
"Hey, you know the crazy naked ladies running around?" Colin asked. The man nodded as Colin continued; "Well, I'm here to take them out and I think you could-"
And from there began a tyrade:
"YER DUMBASS GENERATION IS PROBLY WHY WE GOT THESE GADDAM CARPET MUNCHERS RUNNING AROUND WITHOUT A SINGLE OUNCE OF GODDAMN DECENCY! YOU SUPPORT FUCKING ILLNESS LIKE IT'S A FUCKIN' TALENT, IT AIN'T! IT'S AN AFFRONT TO THE ALMIGHTY-"
*BLAM*
Colin blew the smoke from his barrel as he walked away withthe gun bag. He regretted nothing and headed his way back to Jack's place.