Chuckles picks up the raygun and fiddles with it before looking over at you and then the guillotine. He seems to get another flash of insperation as he points it at you and waves at it with his free hand and then points at you saying: “Gar, gengar gen.” He then poses with it and rubs his chin and says: “gengar, geng, gar.”
“What, you want me to try it on myself… and if it works you have an another idea?”
He nods, and makes a finger gun at you and winks, saying “Geeengaar.” In a singsong voice that seems to suggest that he thinks you’ll like it.
“Well first thing first, whatever you’ve got planned, it doesn’t matter if I’ll like it or not if the gun won’t even work on me.” You say as you take it from him and aim it at yourself and pull the trigger with it set to grow for a split second. It envelopes with a green beam that forms a bubble around you and…
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