( It's kind of funny, actually — you'd think it would be the opposite way around, with Badass Ninja Kyle being the crack shot. Surprisingly, though, Jack has yet to miss a single one. Each and every dart thunks off of a bird head with startling accuracy — not that he seems to be paying very much attention to that. It's an almost absent, mechanical sort of movement. Load the dart, pull the thing back, pull the trigger, thwack, squawk, bloop, and a new trail of slowly disappearing, bobbing foam darts trailing behind them in the water. )
Oh, for sure, definitely.
( He agrees easily, with nary a scrap of remorse. His sanity's hanging on by shreds on a normal day. These fucking birds are sending it out the window, and besides, he's got a very appealing, admittedly cartoonish mental image of spit-roasting a seagull like a rotisserie chicken. That would be really, really awesome right now. )
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Oh, for sure, definitely.
( He agrees easily, with nary a scrap of remorse. His sanity's hanging on by shreds on a normal day. These fucking birds are sending it out the window, and besides, he's got a very appealing, admittedly cartoonish mental image of spit-roasting a seagull like a rotisserie chicken. That would be really, really awesome right now. )
They'd totally eat us, so... it's only fair.