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<blockquote data-quote="Forged Fury" data-source="post: 6676770" data-attributes="member: 95059">Cyril picked through the firearms with disinterest, eventually settling on a Beretta 92F. Mostly because it looked kind of sexy. The Walther PPK called out to him too, but even Cyril could see the ammo capacity was probably insufficient. He wasn't quite as good a shot as James Bond. Yet.The man picked up the weapon, looked down the barrel, and promptly attempted to spin it on a finger. As one would expect, this ended disastrously, flying off his finger and landing in the dirt. Sheepishly, Cyril reached down to pick it up.&quot;What the HELL do you think you're doing, idiot?!?&quot; Deena yelled.Cyril looked up and around to see who had gotten in trouble before realizing that it was, indeed, he. &quot;Uh...&quot;&quot;Never look down the barrel of a firearm and never, ever spin it on your finger,&quot; she chided him. &quot;You don't even know if it's loaded!&quot;&quot;Well... is it?&quot; he asked.Deena gave him a dirty look and snatched the weapon out of his hand. Cyril felt like he had scored a point there. After receiving the safety briefing, he finally realized what had pissed Deena off so much. For the rest of the day, Cyril studiously followed all of the rules to the best of his ability. He only accidentally discharged his weapon three times and pointed it at the group once.Finished with the practice, he was famished. &quot;BBQ sounds awesome, but what about my man, T-Dawg? He can't eat pork. Right?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Forged Fury, post: 6676770, member: 95059"] [b]Cyril[/b] picked through the firearms with disinterest, eventually settling on a Beretta 92F. Mostly because it looked kind of sexy. The Walther PPK called out to him too, but even [b]Cyril[/b] could see the ammo capacity was probably insufficient. He wasn't quite as good a shot as James Bond. Yet. The man picked up the weapon, looked down the barrel, and promptly attempted to spin it on a finger. As one would expect, this ended disastrously, flying off his finger and landing in the dirt. Sheepishly, [b]Cyril[/b] reached down to pick it up. [COLOR="#0000FF"]"What the HELL do you think you're doing, idiot?!?"[/COLOR] Deena yelled. [b]Cyril[/b] looked up and around to see who had gotten in trouble before realizing that it was, indeed, he. [COLOR="#0000FF"]"Uh..."[/COLOR] [COLOR="#0000FF"]"Never look down the barrel of a firearm and never, ever spin it on your finger,"[/COLOR] she chided him. [COLOR="#0000FF"]"You don't even know if it's loaded!"[/COLOR] [COLOR="#0000FF"]"Well... is it?"[/COLOR] he asked. Deena gave him a dirty look and snatched the weapon out of his hand. [b]Cyril[/b] felt like he had scored a point there. After receiving the safety briefing, he finally realized what had pissed Deena off so much. For the rest of the day, [b]Cyril[/b] studiously followed all of the rules to the best of his ability. He only accidentally discharged his weapon three times and pointed it at the group once. Finished with the practice, he was famished. [COLOR="#0000FF"]"BBQ sounds awesome, but what about my man, T-Dawg? He can't eat pork. Right?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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