The device in your hand purrs loudly as it charges up then fires a bolt of energy that seems to home in on the cherry in your - already cherry - Coke. The cherry floats up and emits a bright white light, which then takes the shape of a woman. She looks at you for a moment, then narrows her eyes. You’re still holding the gun. Listen… if you’re going to shoot me.. I’ve already been shot before. Somebody beat you to it, okay? Just lower the gun and tell me what it is you want…
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