The witch-type scritches her robot fondly on the head, and one of the lenses of her goggles dims in a wink at the proprietor. She shoves something in her mouth, and waves both arms cheerfully in the air. "That's a nice gun, mishter!"
Bartholomew’s Shooting Booth (Cheating encouraged!)
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