The next day, I woke up and cooked breakfast for two; me and my brother. I have forgotten about that accent problem... as for now. When Sam got down, I asked him if he wants to go to the shooting range with me. It's been a long time since I have gone there with him.
"Um... okay. I guess we haven't done any shooting for a long time together," he agreed.
Ten minutes later, we arrived at the shooting range. It's one of the famous shooting ranges here. I pulled off my sawed-off and shoot the targets on the range as if I was shooting that pussy G. That's my kind of "motivation".
"Die you ************!" I shouted very loud on the range.
"Sally... I guess you have gone a little too far...," my brother said, as he wasn't too familiar with those profanities blasting off the ******* roof.
"Nah, never mind, they don't give a **** anyways."
And then, one guy in blue opens the door, and he brought a rifle. Who the hell was that?
Then I realized that it was William Shortpaws; that tiger gramps. What the hell? He was already on his 80s and he's still like Scrooge McDuck?
"Who was the one who challenge my grandson to a race last night?" he said, really pissed off.
I guess he saw that one very closely- you know who was the one.
"Aha! I saw you! You- the one in magenta!"
I showed the hell up.
"Well, well, so you are that troublemaker who dares to mess with anyone. Don't worry, I will settle it one-on-one."
"Okay, you old little ****, you have made a mistake for underestimating a female's ability," I teased him, as I knew that shooting is not just for the guys.
We lined up on our own ranges, ready for a signal to start the shootout.
3. 2. 1.
We started shooting the targets, and I knew that a rifle was more accurate compared to the sawed-off which I own due to the shorter effective range. Still, the advantage I got over him was that he had to take a little longer to shoot one bullet. Still, this was ass-hard, because as I told you, he's ******* Scrooge McDuck.
As the timer goes close to zero, I started to fluster, and I focus a little lesser. I had to shoot a little faster.
"You ************ Stilton! I will shove my dildo up your asshole until your ass is perforated!" I shouted as I started to rage the hell out.
The bell rang. It's the end. Did I win?
"It's a draw, but the winner is Sally Ratmousen!" the announcer said.
"Well, you won just because my rifle would take me longer to shoot one. But next time, I am sure that I will beat you!" William said as he left the range.
"Yeah, Scrooge-head, you can get yourself playing with Scrooge already in his "playhouse"," I said sarcastically.
"Sally, let's leave this place. I guess our time is almost over. Other people want to use the range," my brother told me to leave.
Well, what can I do now other than leaving the range already?
