Deadeyes and the Prizes that Follow

[gunofadeadman]

Who: gunofadeadman and YOU!
What: John's been enjoying the 'shoot the target' games on the planet. But they keep giving him huge stuffed animals as prizes. RANDOM PASSER-BY, WOULD YOU LIKE A HUGE STUFFED ANIMAL?
When: Today!
Where: Down on the planet!
Warnings: None.

Comments

[worldturnsshiny]

Awww, it's so cute!

[hello I am completely missing these context clues and assuming that you are happy as a clam to have this prize]

[gunofadeadman]

[NOT A PROBLEM. IN FACT, A PERFECT CHANCE TO GET RID OF IT.]

Hello, miss. You want it? I really don't got any need for it.

[worldturnsshiny]

Yeah?

[pause pause pause]

..,What's the catch?

[gunofadeadman]

Ain't none. Other than the fact that when you're walkin' with it, you won't be able to see anythin' directly in front of you.

[worldturnsshiny]

Figure I can put up with a bit of that for its sake!

[gunofadeadman]

Right, then. Glad to find it a proper home. [he hands over the gigantic stuffed animal thing]

[worldturnsshiny]

[yessss gigantic stuffed animal buddy]

You didn't wanna keep it?

[gunofadeadman]

[gruff laugh] What in the world would a man like me do with it?

[worldturnsshiny]

Dress it up, take it to tea parties, play with it's hair... you tellin' me guys like you ain't into that sorta thing?

[gunofadeadman]

None that I've met, but maybe I'm just old fashioned.

[worldturnsshiny]

Well that's a right shame. Guess you miss out again, seein' as how I'm not givin' this guy back.