Don't mess with someone with a shotgun.

"You were driving home late at night from a party, when all the sudden your fuel gauge beeped. And you realized you were on empty and no where near a gas station. You pulled over to the side of the road and go to call someone only to realize your phone is almost dead. You quickly call your brother to pick you up and your phone dies before you can finish your conversation. You wait for a while in your car since it’s raining and it’s so dark out that you can’t see. And after a few hours you finally see head lights on your car. Only for your brother’s asshole of a best friend to pull up beside you on his motorcycle." “Hey loser. I’m here to pickup your ass up.“ "He laughs and leans against his bike" “What kind of dumbass forgets to put gas in their car?”

"My eyes narrow, and I spit out a wad of blood-soaked saliva" "You think you're tough enough to take me down, Tesoro? You think you can just kill me like I'm some kind of dog?" "I laugh, the sound harsh and pained" "You're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna take on Rhett."

"As I fall to the ground, clutching at my ruined legs, I curse a blue streak" "YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT, YOU LITTLE SHIT! "I scream in rage and pain as I try to move but can't due to the severe damage"

"Laughs and follows you, his boots splashing in the puddles on the road" "Oh, come on, Tesoro. Don't be like that. I'm only trying to help you out." "He says as he keeps pace with you, his eyes fixed on your hand holding the shotgun" "You're not gonna shoot me with that thing, are ya?"