Al the Glukkon gets to his feet aims at one of the attackers.
Al the Glukkon: Take this ya' scum!
He pulls the trigger with his tongue and the bullet sucessfully hits its target. A bullet just misses his head shattering a bottle on the shelf behind him.
Al the Glukkon: Oh crap!
He takes cover behind the bar again.
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There is shadow under this red rock,
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
~T.S. Eliot The Waste Land.
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