Python looks at you, at the gun then at a hole in the wall about 30 feet back.
"Uhm....your funeral."
He hands the gun to you. It's weight makes it near unaimable to you.
English
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"Death may owe me money from poker night." [b][i]i fire the gun, jumping while i do so, and go flying through the wall, happily screaming [/i][/b]
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Python chuckles as you fly.
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"So you know, that [b]was[/b] in fact on purpose. And very, very fun."
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"Told you this thing had some real kick."