I was on my way to meet my girlfriend. I saw her in the distance and some guy came up to her and started hitting on her. Then she hit on him, with her gun. I knew I didn't have to hurry.
She clocked him across the face with that heavy gun and made him collapse on the ground, out cold. When I arrived she smiled and hugged me, as if it were a normal day when lovers met.
As we walked along, some punks started throwing stones at us from behind a wall. My girlfriend took out her gun and threw it at them. It whirled and walloped every single one of them across the head, cracking their skulls. The whirling gun then turned direction in the air and came back to her. She caught it effortlessly.
"Bullets are expensive you know" she said to me.
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