[65] bang bang

[buildstherobots]

[action, all week]

[Oh, no. Dist is too jaded from Thanksgiving to drink anything the town encourages him to. And being droned? Not that bad; it seems to wear off daily just long enough to give him a chance to drink, and when he doesn't it puts him under again. He can risk it when he gets sick of the cycle, after all. His house is full of drones;

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[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart's just sitting in the park, trying to get his mind off things when who should apporach but Dist]

Hiya Pinky!

[buildstherobots]

Well, afternoon there, champ! These long days at the end of summer sure are the best, aren't they?

[This is totally normal behavior for Dist. Absolutely.]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart scratches his chin, something about this guy seems... off.]

You doing okay, Pinky?

[buildstherobots]

Now, you know perfectly well that I'm Saphir Neis, the librarian! And I'm feeling just dandy; a hearty glass of milk in the morning sure does a body good!

[Hey, is that a gun? Why is he pulling it?]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Well, fuck I think that's a gun]

Don't even think about it, or you're gonna be eating that gun.

[buildstherobots]

Now, now, talk like that is highly inappropriate! You kiss your mother with that mouth?

[And firing a shot! Or two, maybe.]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart will attempt to dodge the shots and put his mouth to use by biting at Dist's arm.]

[buildstherobots]

[The bite lands, as a droned Dist has even poorer reflexes than normal Dist, but it doesn't seem to slow him down.]

How very rude! I expected much better of you!

[One arm out of commission? He'll just switch to the other! And at point-blank range, he's a lot more dangerous.]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Well fuck again! Mart'll continue to gnaw on Dist's arm, and with his arms he'll try and grab the gun out of Dist's hand.]

[buildstherobots]

[Oh, no no no, that just won't do. He seems content enough to let his captive arm be gnawed on, but the other one he jerks back, firing off another couple of shots in Mart's direction.]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Fuck again! Mart's been shot in the shoulder. He clutches the wound and falls back.]

Muthafucker!

[buildstherobots]

That's terrible language, young man.

[Dist looks down at his arm, canting his head a little bit as though he can't quite figure out why it's chewed partially off. It's not like he can feel it. Can drones even be confused?

Either way, it's a break in his focus.]

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart'll use this opportunity to try and grab the gun from Dist's hand, yanking with his Super-human strength.]

[buildstherobots]

[Dist barely has human strength, so the gun is easily ripped from his grasp, the wrenching motion breaking his wrist in the process as he tries to keep his grip. He just kind of stares at his now-limp hand, getting a frustrated look on his face.]

Now see here, young man! This is extremely poor conduct! We can't have this kind of thing in our fair town!

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart takes the gun.

Pops it into his mouth.

And chews the gun. Crunching it to bits.]

You can take that conduct

and shove it up your ass.

Gun needs salt.

[buildstherobots]

[Mart you are very good at confusing drones.]

Well, that is one way to get your daily intake of iron! That still doesn't excuse your behavior!

[And what can you do when both of your arms are taken out and you have no weapons? Fucking charge anyway. He'll figure something out.]