Lord Malbeth
Emperor
Guns, Guns, Guns
Murphy and Henderson silently moved across the street. They were feebly armed; only a big stick and a broken axe.
Suddenly Murphy noticed one shop that, somehow, had remained unlooted. On closer inspection it was, ironically, a gun shop.
Henderson took the axe head and smashed the door open.
Inside the walls were lined with shotguns, BB-guns, handguns, rifles, and over the fireplace in the far back was an old Winchester.
Murphy eaglery grabbed the nearest weapon and tossed it to Henderson exclaiming with a smirk, "Guns, Guns, Guns; can't have enough of 'em"
Murphy and Henderson silently moved across the street. They were feebly armed; only a big stick and a broken axe.
Suddenly Murphy noticed one shop that, somehow, had remained unlooted. On closer inspection it was, ironically, a gun shop.
Henderson took the axe head and smashed the door open.
Inside the walls were lined with shotguns, BB-guns, handguns, rifles, and over the fireplace in the far back was an old Winchester.
Murphy eaglery grabbed the nearest weapon and tossed it to Henderson exclaiming with a smirk, "Guns, Guns, Guns; can't have enough of 'em"