Six slugs sail'd straight through,
leaving zilch residue:
All (rat-a-tat-) tat and no shrapnel.
All (rat-a-tat-) tat and no shrapnel.
Lolita, light of my life... ...might fail to yell "Foil!"... ...or opt to yell "Epee!" -- she's just that unpredic...
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