Silver was mad, he knew he'd been had, so he shot at the sun with a gun, shot at the sun with a gun, shot at his wily one only friend…

A few moments before

He was standing in front of you, with his smug smile and trying to strut and showing off (while wanting your approval) "Do you like how I dance? I've got a silver skin. Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk? I have a wondeful wife, I have a powerful flame. She criticizes me for being egocentric…"

You answer in a half-mocking tone -You practice your mannerism into the wall

Silver seems a bit taken aback by your comment but responds anyway "If this mirror we're clearer, I'd be standing so tall!"