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The things you see when you're not carrying a gun
Powdered doughnuts I will look for powdered doughnuts in the wilderness here doughnuts
hand-crank sieve.
We fired pie filling. That was the Faroes. When they tried to board us, we hit them with forty-five gallon shots of custard and banana creme.
Propulsion, spewing out smoke, and three-wheeler taxis,
Trout fishing. One must be a stickler for proper form. Use nothing but #4 blasting caps, or a hand grenade, if handy, or at a pool well-lined with stone, one blast from a .44 magnum will bring a few stunned brookies quietly to the surface.
Newspapers ... serve as chimnies to carry off noxious vapors and smoke.
There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
What are those?" Nico called.
If you are sending someone some Styrofoam, what do you pack it in?
A brown composition, which looked like diluted pincushions without the covers, and was called porridge.
Winds with little fishhooks at the end of every gust.
brown paper bags from the pharmacist.
The answer came to me as I was boning a quail...
Two broken shards, two drained batteries, two men who were merely shells. What
Footballs, basketballs, microphones, gas and grass ...
Just some of the few things that J-Ro likes to pass.
What have you got in there you little bastard?
Econowives, they're called. These
No matter what calamities befall him in everyday life, the true hacker still needs the pressure and inconvenience of four hours of trudging in wind or rain or sleet or sun (or all of them at once), hacking at a white pellet that seems to have a mind of its own and a lousy sense of direction.
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
What use are cartridges in battle? I always carry chocolate instead.
A Waft of Cheese
Every shot that kills ricochets.
Fire.
I see it everywhere.
I am supposed to take the bullets and absorb them. Like a bear. A polar bear.
heavy bonecrushing armor-smashing blades.
Cat piss and porcupines!
EXPLOSIVE IN MY COAT POCKET - THE VARIETY THEY CALL BLACK IRISH. TWELVE POUNDS IS ENOUGH TO TAKE OUT EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WITHIN A THIRD OF A MILE AND PROBABLY ENOUGH TO EXPLODE THE JETPORT FUEL STORAGE TANKS. IF YOU DON'T FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS
Staplers--- Excellent source of iron
Crap on a stick.
powdered horn is snorted like cocaine.)
I grew up on a farm, so there were rifles around. Every March around springtime, there's a big hunt that goes on, and you go out and hunt down all the pheasants. I actually never shot the pheasants; I'm not a big fan of killing animals myself.
Every bird you downed bore pebbles in its gizzard from a land the maps ignored.
I want sprinkles.
Peanuts/Peanut Butter
bunched formation of fighter planes, it
Nothing builds confidence like live ammo.
The only thing that's going to free Huey is gun powder.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
brought home half a dozen flappers, killed with the rifle if I had been out after large game, or with the revolver if I had merely been among the cattle, - each duck, in the latter case, representing the expenditure of a vast number of cartridges.
beetle-spirited vaporing
Bullets are incompatible with pressurised environments and complex machinery.
What you doin' with this gun?
An inflated balloon
impressive to look at but hollow at the core and easily punctured.
Thunderstorms and rainbows wrapped together in a convenient pocket-sized parcel.
Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than
Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper.
A piece of bad news wrapped in a protein coat.
rectangular slab of mincemeat that everyone, including the servers, referred to as baked turd.
They exit one by one, or sometimes two by two. You scatter pieces of them on the snow in the woods and then run away as fast as you can, and then you turn and run back towards them, once they're beyond your reach.
Steep fall to the ground
shattering
like clay pigeons
missed
by bad shots
and unsteady hands.
When we were unloading or going into a restaurant, the raisin got stepped on and smeared like a flapjack. The Hawk was displeased when he saw that. "Goddamn," he growled, "I gave you guys a hundred to get off cigarettes. I'll give you two hundred to get rid of these damn raisins!
Farting, don't think, just fart.
The gunner's mate came up and started breaking the locks on the ammunition. Everything was locked up for fear that someone might go in there with a cigarette or something.
Like swatting flies with a laser cannon. The aim's a bit tricky, but it sure takes care of the flies.
spraying shards of glass and metal into the station.
Shitty nappy whizzing through the air, you don't see that in the brochures.
Difficulty adds to result, as the ramming of powder sends the bullet the further.
A small metal marble pinballs within my chest, banging and clanging against all the routes inside me.
I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I use the leaden one his hide is sure to flatten em.
What's a fracking Cylon?
A loaded gun
deadly, easy to reach, impossible to ignore.
Every bullet has its billet.
I like sporks. They're like spoons, but you can poke people with them.
Through the overcast sky, I looked up and saw the tin-can planes. I watched their stomachs open and drop the bombs casually out. They were off target, of course. They were often off target.
spattering the walls with pulp and guano, like graffiti artists.
Little creatures they were who seemed to have been blown from glass.
Fire on anything that moves on the river.
A substance so far beyond their ken that they might have been carrion birds pecking at the eyes of god.
Those called penny bags. Each of them got a brand-new penny on the bottom. The light reflecting off the penny supposed to confuse the flies, so they don't come around and bother the food, although every time I see a fly, they confused enough already. Know what I mean?" Queenie chuckled.
Crunchy little bite
Blood sip - to keep him going
An energy shot
The other package has pieces of dried stag stick. The pups like chewing on those."
"What's a stag stick?" Meg asked, taking the packages.
He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb.
"Oh," Meg said. "Oh.
It's a Glock. You squeeze that part, things come out of that part. Very fast.
Seeds blow in the wind and what is earf but a deadness with life growing out of it?
Contrails. Also helicopters. Skydivers. Basically everything
What can be sustained and repeated without emptying out?
Each parasaur produced a large mound of straw-colored spoor. This was accompanied by low trumpeting from each animal in the herd - along with an enormous quantity of expelled flatus, redolent of methane.
A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.
Another method of eating burning coals employs small balls of burned cotton in a dish of burning alcohol.
Tell me a story,' demanded Fireflyer.
'Why? Do you eat them, too, then?'
'Only the ohs and ayes and ees and oos. The Kays are too spikey and the zeds are too buzzzy and the ones with the dots get stuck in your teeth and the esses sometimes slide down inside your vest and tickle.
Whatever it is, it's better in the wind.
Blank cartridges should never be used against a mob, nor should a volley be fired over the heads of the mob even if there is little danger of hurting persons in the rear. Such things will be regarded as an admission of weakness, or an attempt to bluff, and may do more harm than good.
What's that smell?" Reynolds asked.
That smell is the stuff they grow mushrooms in."
DeForrest sniffed the air. "Shit?" he asked.
Captain Suzie shrugged. "Manure.
Flakes. I was exhausted, shattered, in bewilderment. But behind the bewilderment the truth was
What the holy hand grenade was that?
Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
Little lumps of lead in copper jackets were crisscrossing the woods under the shellbursts, zipping along much faster than sound.
What like a bullet can undeceive!
I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?
piece of Turkey carpet
miscellaneous guns to choose from. These guns were not ideal since they came from differing countries and
A bolt from the blue.
When they come for your guns, give them the ammo first.
red-hot fireflies
The flesh is sweeter, where the creature has some chance for its life; for that reason, I always use a single ball, even if it be at a bird or a squirrel; besides, it saves lead, for, when a body knows how to shoot, one piece of lead is enough for all, except hard-lived animals.
The nouvelle cuisine of anarchy. Barium nitrate in a sauce of sulfur and garnished with charcoal. That's your basic gunpowder. Bon appetit.
Food for the native Ewoks.
cannon used. The night of the grand festivity
things riding mules
I hate to spread rumours, but what else can one do with them?