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[faileh]

[Steve has found the shooting range! And despite the automatic M-11's strapped to his waist, he's holding a pair of bb guns that look just like the gold lugers he used at Rockford. He seems very excited about this discovery!]

Anybody feel like being a live target? I've got padding.

Comments

[dontneedadoctor]

Now that has to be one of the stupidest ideas for passing time I've ever heard. Kid, are you trying to make my job harder than it already is?

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[faileh]

...

It's a bb gun.

[dontneedadoctor]

I can still think of better things to do with my time than go shooting at other people. But you might want to mention that little detail before you go asking for volunteers to be shot at. At least if you want a chance at getting any.

[faileh]

...you can think of better things than training to be able to protect yourself?

[dontneedadoctor]

I can think of better ways to do it than randomly shouting out for volunteers to be shot at and seeing what happens.

[faileh]

[shrugs] I'm getting volunteers.

[dontneedadoctor]

Don't shoot your eyes out. And come see me first thing if you do.

[faileh]

I know how to handle a weapon, doctor.

[dontneedadoctor]

Even the best can still suffer from from a weapon malfunction or training accident. Just be careful.

[faileh]

Okay. I will.

[dontneedadoctor]

What's your name anyway, kid?

[faileh]

Steve Burnside.

[dontneedadoctor]

Dr. Leonard McCoy, if you ever need me. Hopefully you won't.

[faileh]

So there is a hospital here?

[dontneedadoctor]

There certainly is, although I can't say I wasn't surprised to learn about it myself after I beamed down.

[faileh]

...I actually saw someone about this already, but I'd like to... monitor the condition.