Note: This is a fucked-up Against-shipping one-shot.
"Ugh. If I had known Paul was a drill sergeant I would have married Gary or Ash instead." Zoey muttered to herself.
"Honey! Polish my gun when you're finished with the laundry please!" Paul bellowed.
"Forget it! The last time I polished your gun it got-"
"No Zoey! I'm talking about my Barrett M98 Sniper Rifle!"
To Be Continued...
What? Were you expecting something more vulgar?