-
*I teleport in front of him and shove a gun in his hand* Shoot me. Right in the face. Now.
-
Uh... Okay? *shoots you in the head*
-
*Suddenly the hologram of me disappears, and I am sitting, sipping what looks to be tea* Use your observation better. The hologram had the wrong color shoes, and had a pistol with a barrel an inch shorter than mine. You have a lot to learn.
-
How the -blam!- was he supposed to remember your shoe color? Plus, it's a bad idea to expect something to be a hologram if it doesn't make sense.
-
So am I
-
My sanity is missing have you seen it?
-
-
Aww, well time to look elsewhere *walks away*