You fire again, and her hair, once beautiful and well kept, starts to turn greasy and begins to look like she hasn't combed it in ages. Boogers appear on her shirt, as her finger finds it's way into her nose, looking for more. She farted as she dug around, and you watched her finish her transformation into a smelly slob of a girl.
She burped and smiled. "Isn't it great, us three slobs, best friends" she said.
Jack smiled. He was glad he had inherited that gun.