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Yea… you mutter, that oughta’ do it!
“Do <span class="mu-i">what?</span>” Asks Gam-Gam as you turn to give your challengers a toothy grin!
After much deterioration, you begin after clearing your throat to get everyone’s attention, you’ve determined the order you’ll be beating everyone in!
“So <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> why you were muttering to yourself!” Remarks Eddie with comprehension dawning on his face. “Neat!”
“No, that was just her muttering random numbers to herself and wasting our time.” Art counters, earning a shipment of dirt kicked in his direction! Wrong, dick, you were <span class="mu-s">CALCULATING</span>! Calculating everyone’s strengths and weaknesses!
“Your ‘diagram’,” Art retorts as he points to your notes etched in the ground with a stick, “Is a bunch of scribbles, that ‘S’ everyone drew back in Middle School, and a drawing of some guy with stink lines coming off of his head.”
Yea, you say failing to contain a mischievous giggle, guess whose head <span class="mu-i">that</span> is!
“You ain’t <span class="mu-i">gonna</span> have a head if you don’t get to the damn point!” Growls Pops as he mercilessly stomps all over your calculations! “Who’s goin’ first!?”
Sheesh, <span class="mu-i">SOME</span>one needs a nap! Poking your finger into the barrel of the gun Gramps has pointed at your face while Eddie and Tucker struggle to disarm him, you relay your <span class="mu-b">DATA-DRIVEN RESULTS</span> to the competitors!
First up is <span class="mu-b">TUCKER!</span>
“Fine with me–I’ll give it a shot!” Tucker shrugs with a grin on his face. Quit it with the fake modesty, asshole!
Second is <span class="mu-b">EDDIE!</span>
“Don’t underestimate me!” Warns Eddie as he attempts to twirl his revolver and subsequently drops it on the ground!
Third is <span class="mu-b">ART!</span>
“Just promise not to cry when you lose, yea?”
Not gonna happen! Fourth, of course, is-
“<span class="mu-b">MARSHAL BUR-</span>”
<span class="mu-s">POP-POP!</span>
“... You do this on purpose, don’t you?”
Dunno what you’re talking about, you deflect! Anyways, you’ll be shooting <span class="mu-b">TEN BOTTLES!</span> Whoever shoots more is the <span class="mu-s">BEST!</span>
“Wait, you’re not gonna make any dumb wagers?” Asks Art with a hint of genuine concern in his voice. “But you love those!”
You do, you concede, but bragging rights will do you just fine this time, thanks!
“You just can’t think of any good stakes, can ya?” Asks Ly in a wry voice. Sh-shut up!
With the bottles and ammo set up, all that’s left is to shoot!
>CONTD.
