[he's met a lot of weird people and been to a lot of exotic places. fought aliens who're grey and evil and fuck with your head, but he's never seen a green woman before. pardon the momentary staring. he's trying to be better. he swears.

after a few moments of checking her out, he spies the beautifully shot up target and a smile appears at last replaced quickly by a frown when they both look back at the clerk sitting there with a magazine looking like he'd rather be anywhere but getting paid. mick can sympathize but it's still annoying.]

Guess they'll pay any bum off the street to hang around here. I wasn't planning on sharing, but I got a feeling that if I go back and ask for another lane that it'll be a good half hour before he hears me.

Not bad job on the target. Bet I could do better though. How do you feel about contests?