"Weird ventriloquism, now that's something I totally haven't heard before. But honestly, I'm not sure I should bother to pick it up, I got here right in time for my normal training session. It's your fault it's on the floor, so I'll ask you once politely: pick it up for me?"
"If you're really so interested in seeing what I've got, then call your own and let's make this official."
"We both know that gun will shred me"Guilt. Smokey looked down at the gun in his hands. It was the gun he and his father built to slay monsters and protect people. Yet here he was, pointing it at someone who had done nothing wrong. "You may win the fight, but the Grimm will win the war" Smokey mumbles under his breath, a saying his father had repeated to him many times as a child. Smokey needed to stop this.