The silence has suffocated the room; you can hear a pin drop. The anticipation that one eager finger will trip over its trigger is a possibility that lies high in the tense air of the room. What was a scuffle between gentleman, which I had the upper hand, has now led into a stand-off? And as I scan the room, while I take a gentle spin on my heels, I am faced with some trembling hands that are staring me rather nervously in the face.And as I glance over to my side, I see King, only now getting a hold of his gun; the man surely is slow; if it were a battle between him and me, he would have hit the floor already. Now, if someone is going to hit the floor is yet to be seen. The mere fact that they had the nerve to raise their guns at me would be the very first mistake that they have made tonight.This leads me to advise them of only but two things, “If I was you, and god, I am glad I am not, for if you do not drop your fucking hands, you all will be finding yourselv
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