[It's 12 AM, Mayfield. Do you know where your idiots are? You might be up for whatever reason at this hour, but you know how things are. There is always something big or small going on. Right now... It's on the small tier.
If you're stalking I mean, watching Kei in the backyard of 1246 Williams Road, he has a little set up going. There are two bottles sitting up on a table in a row and in his hand is a
futuristic looking gun.
Kei points the gun at the bottles and pulls the trigger. However, instead of bullets firing out, there's a white glow that comes from sides and inside the barrel of the gun.There's a five second pause until the bottles just shatter right there.]
... [After that, he looks at the gun for a moment.] Seriously... Who invented this thing? I never really took time to wonder about it, but...
Ah, whatever. I guess that's pointless stuff to think about. I don't think I'll ever be figuring that out anytime soon.