[ He presses a hand to his heart, half-bows, and answers: ]
I live to serve.
[ You strange man with your strange flying monkeys. He picks up the pistol, weighs it rather evaluatively, and then turns. He announces his target: ]
That little orange blossom, right there.
[ Not a particularly difficult target: the blossom is large, and it's only perhaps twenty paces away. So his manner is casual and easy as he takes aim and, calmly, blows it off the vine, the crack of the weapon loud in the clearing. The jungle goes quite still for a moment after before slowing resuming its cawing, chirruping noise. ]
no subject
I live to serve.
[ You strange man with your strange flying monkeys. He picks up the pistol, weighs it rather evaluatively, and then turns. He announces his target: ]
That little orange blossom, right there.
[ Not a particularly difficult target: the blossom is large, and it's only perhaps twenty paces away. So his manner is casual and easy as he takes aim and, calmly, blows it off the vine, the crack of the weapon loud in the clearing. The jungle goes quite still for a moment after before slowing resuming its cawing, chirruping noise. ]