"Let them," Carl said, shifting his weight and aiming his gun at the wall by the door.
"They come through that door, they're going to get a shock."
More than a shock. He wasn't planning on putting anyone down if he didn't have to, but putting a bullet in this creep wasn't going to make him lose any sleep.
"What did they do, follow you from a gig?" He asked, grimacing with disgust. What was wrong with people?
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"They come through that door, they're going to get a shock."
More than a shock. He wasn't planning on putting anyone down if he didn't have to, but putting a bullet in this creep wasn't going to make him lose any sleep.
"What did they do, follow you from a gig?" He asked, grimacing with disgust. What was wrong with people?