[Susan was not exactly thrilled at the moment. It was her own fault, but having not been paying the BEST of attention, she suddenly stumbled into view of one of the shooting galleries, and was greeted by staff popping up. With guns.]
Now, let's tal-AWK!
[And Susan is shot, repeatedly, before they duck back down behind their counter. RIP Susan.
Or not, since she doesn't fall down. Instead the bullets just.
Hit her.
And she smells really, really powerfully of cotton candy now. A scent that seems to hit a person really hard, mentally.]
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[Susan was not exactly thrilled at the moment. It was her own fault, but having not been paying the BEST of attention, she suddenly stumbled into view of one of the shooting galleries, and was greeted by staff popping up. With guns.]
Now, let's tal-AWK!
[And Susan is shot, repeatedly, before they duck back down behind their counter. RIP Susan.
Or not, since she doesn't fall down. Instead the bullets just.
Hit her.
And she smells really, really powerfully of cotton candy now. A scent that seems to hit a person really hard, mentally.]
WHY.