eat this!

You say "Not on my watch." The roo gives you a puzzled look. You pull out the desert eagle you kept under the seat. the solid weight of the gun feels good in your hand.you hang out the window and fuire.the back tire, wheel, and most of the bike is obliterated. she loses control and crashes. her bike exploding on contact

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Pull over next to the wreckage

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