Uh-huh. It was either that or the fire extinguisher, but that tastes disgusting. Insert dressing, bye bye projectile vomit flames. But then, you know, he got mad at me and tried to eat me, so I punched him, got our crap and peaced out.

[Considering the girl weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet and is the size of an underfed teenager, it's kind of a big accomplishment. But it was either punching or shooting, so...]