*Dodging artillery fire*
So Bri went out and bought a bunch of foam-rubber dart guns, a couple pistols and a hilarious lemon-yellow double-barreled shotgun. He was trying to show Ki how to load, cock, and fire one of the pistols, and she managed to duplicate each step of the procedure, but she couldn't get the order right. So finally she just cut out the middleman and started manually sticking the darts to the refrigerator, the windows, and the TV.
Win.
I must go rescue the cats now.
Win.
I must go rescue the cats now.