"Ahhh fuck it can't be much worse. Bet it doesn't even do anything. " Brendan said taking the gun from her hands and pressing the reverse button again. But unlike he thought the gun whirred to life.
"Well looks like it's doing something." Amy commented sitting next to him.
"Yea wonder what it's gon-" Brendan started as the gun's tip lighted white and drowned the room in it's brightness as it made a loud CRACK!
"mememleakle fekke boeols" Amy's muffled voice tried to say as the ringing in his ears started to come down.
"WHAT!" Brendan tried to respond to Amy's muffled voice as the ringing in his ears started to come down.
"I SAID WHAT HAPPENED!?!" Amy shouted back.
"I DON'T KNOW STOP SHOUTING!"
"YOU STOP SHOUTING!"
"WHAT!"
"Oh shut up." Amy said examining the gun in her hands. It was still in one piece and as far as she could tell showed no significant new signs of damage. "It looks alright."
"Yea but I'm pretty sure something happened." Brendan said standing up. "Do I look any different?"
"No you're the same. Well the same plus that thicc ass and tiny pecker." Amy answered.
"Yea I'm gonna change out of these dirty shorts then we're gonna figure out what happened." Brendan said walking into the bedroom. He moved to discard them into the clothes bin when he paused. "AMYYYYYYYYY!!!!"
"Did you figure out what happened?" She asked entering the room. "Why are you holding a dress skirt?"
"Cause I'm pretty sure these are the pants I wore today."
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