[adarian_too]

The last time I saw merit in some of these suggestions and tried them myself she calmly walked away.

When she returned, she brought in a .46, cleared it of all the rounds, threw one of the nyclad hollow-points back into the cyclinder, spun it, pointed it at my head, and in one of the dumbest damm Eastwood impressions, snarled: "Are you feelin' lucky today?"

The last thing I heard before passin' out from fright was "click-click".