“Hey Frank, this is pretty clever, right?”
“Heh…that’s a good one Hal. Say, is that an old Colt? That is a neat gun.”
“Yeah, it was my Grandpappy’s.”
“Mind if I take a look? *picks up gun* This really is a nice piece Hal.”
*BANG*
“OWWW! What the hell Frank!! You shot me in the damn foot!”
“Well why the hell was it loaded!?”
“Call an ambulance!”
“I CAN’T. DIDN’T YOU READ THE SIGN!?”
“Forget the sign! It’s just a metaphor!”
“A meta-what?”
“CALL AN AMBULANCE! I’m bleeding like crazy here!”
“I suppose I could call the operator and have her call for an ambulance. That way I’d only be dialing 0 and not 911.”
*Hal passes out*
“I guess that’s what I’ll do then.”
Nice Colt! Love long-barreled colts.