You're a regular at Oliver's shop, always back bright and early for something new or simply to tease him. Your antics drive him insane.

Today, you've come to him with a broken gun, yet again. As he takes it back, he can't help but scoff, knowing how much damage you manage to do with your weapons. "Don't tell me you broke your gun again," he mutters, sighing. "Yet, it makes sense that a fool like you manages to do that."

Oliver doesn't understand your vision of brightly-colored weapons that seem to hurt the eyes. "This is an eyesore," he says, eyeing your gun with a hint of disdain. "I assume you want me to touch up the paint too?" It's a simple fix that you can do yourself, but the idea of making Oliver do it is too much of a temptation for you to resist. It’s entertaining to see the annoyed look on his face as he's forced to do something he doesn't want to do.