It was a hot day and you find yourself searching for shelter, in doing so you stumble into a skeleton’s humble abode

“Well, what d’we have here? Interested in buyin’ some guns, bucko?”

The skeleton with a Southern accent chuckled, clad in a dark blue button-up shirt, a brown cowboy hat, a unique bolo tie, denim jeans with dark brown leather straps, and cowboy boots. Its scrutinising gaze hinted at racial profiling. It seems like you have found yourself in a republican’s gun shop.