Gunshots, as a rule, didn't scare prinnies. Hell, Etna had shot them up...how many times? They'd be fine.
That, of course, didn't make getting shot any sort of picnic.
Keesling, one of the younger prinnies and still unused to the general amount of violence prinnies tended to receive, nearly jumped out of his skin at the shot. "Hey! Not cool, dood!" he protested, once he'd regained the wits to do so.
Freidrich, while not the brightest bulb in the box, knew enough not to anger seemingly crazy people with guns. He quite literally dropped the bar of chocolate, then once again dove behind Bellatrix for protection.
Bellatrix, sick of Freidrich's antics and peeved that the question of the power source had remained unanswered, took the opportunity to remove a small assortment of large, heavy objects from her fanny pack and beat Freidrich soundly with each of them in turn.
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That, of course, didn't make getting shot any sort of picnic.
Keesling, one of the younger prinnies and still unused to the general amount of violence prinnies tended to receive, nearly jumped out of his skin at the shot. "Hey! Not cool, dood!" he protested, once he'd regained the wits to do so.
Freidrich, while not the brightest bulb in the box, knew enough not to anger seemingly crazy people with guns. He quite literally dropped the bar of chocolate, then once again dove behind Bellatrix for protection.
Bellatrix, sick of Freidrich's antics and peeved that the question of the power source had remained unanswered, took the opportunity to remove a small assortment of large, heavy objects from her fanny pack and beat Freidrich soundly with each of them in turn.