The volley of buckshot catches the Troll in the leg, sending him to the floor.
Bunko places the old double barreled shotgun to the Troll's stomach. The Troll glances about nervously. His eyes go to the keyboard. Bunko stares him down. "I know what you're thinking." Bunko says. "Did he fire both barrels or just one? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But this being a 12 gauge shotgun, pressed against your soft underbelly, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky?" Bunko stares.
"Well, do ya punk?"
The Troll dodges in the direction of the keyboard.
The Troll slumps to the ground, the wall behind him stained crimson. The empty shotgun hangs loosely at Bunko's side, a wisp of gunsmoke curling out. There was only one catch and that was Catch-22This comment was edited on Nov 14, 21:36.
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