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"Just hold it out, like this..."
Chloe wraps her arms around Max's, holding her arms by the hands from behind and straightening her out of their slumped position.
The gun shakes a little in Max's hand, pointed toward the bottles. "Chloe... I'm not so sure about this."
Chloe chuckles in assurance. "Just shut up and give it a pull..."
Sigh... might as well...
With a hesitant gulp, Max pulls the trigger, and with a blast, the bullet goes.
And it ricochets, right back towards her.
Time stops...
Uh-oh. Now might be a good time to rewind.