*Ransac, writhing in pain from the sounds from the rusty pencil sharpener, aims his blade again and fires.*
Maraud: What now? Huh? NO!!!!!!!! DELINIATE?!?!?!?!? NOOOOOO!!!!!!
*Maraud falls to the ground holding his head, in turn releasing the pencil sharpener. After that, Ransac also falls in pain, but assuredly not as much as Maraud is in right now.*
Ransac, cpa trash man