Mike knows he’s really playing with fire now. He thought having the gun was going to be nothing but fun and play, and he certainly never expected his first night with it to end up with a real gun pointed at his face.
Mike’s not sure whether pulling out the gun will cause the strip club owner to shoot at him. But what choice does he have? Without the gun he has nothing. So he pulls out the transformation gun and points it at the strip club owner, hoping it will at least be intimidating.
It’s not. The owner first frowns and then smiles. “You stupid little shit, you going to pull a toy gun on me? I’m going to beat the living shit out of you,” he laughs. “Put that shit away.”
Mike’s nervous. It’s now or never. The owner starts walking towards him, still pointing the gun at him. Mike fumbles with the dial on the gun and frantically tries to pull the trigger.