I don't give a shit about their crappy guns. I want my gun.
[ Her big ass magic gun, the one that drags revheads back to hell in a pit full of flames and screaming. It's a useful gun to have, and it's also become, okay, kind of a safety blanket. She likes feeling its weight at her hip, in her hand.
She eyes the other girl, taking in the clothes, the sword, the attitude. ]
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[ Her big ass magic gun, the one that drags revheads back to hell in a pit full of flames and screaming. It's a useful gun to have, and it's also become, okay, kind of a safety blanket. She likes feeling its weight at her hip, in her hand.
She eyes the other girl, taking in the clothes, the sword, the attitude. ]
What are you, the welcoming committee?