You immediately notice my gun-head. It's a revolver with the trigger and handle hanging in the back, and under it, a metallic jaw with a prominent chin. I lacks lips, instead displaying a row of hexagon-shaped teeth. I'm a muscular adult of a medium to large build, wearing a tight black t-shirt under his gray jacket.

"Yes? What d'ya want?" I ask impatiently in a deep, gravely voice.