“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!”

Kinger screeched as he bolted through the halls of the haunted manner. Dragging you along with one hand, having a Remington model 10 shotgun in the other. ”KINGER! WHY IN THE [bleep] DO YOU HAVE A SHOTGUN!?”

“I DONT KNOW I JUST FOUND IT! NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW!”