Does that blackpowder rifle come with a shorter stalk?

You wander into the gun shop in the disguise as somebody's pet. The door closes firmly, and you realize that someone will have to open it for you in order to get out again. Shrugging the inconvenience off, you knuckle over to a display case and hop up, over, and in.

Before you is a 'ladies' 22 calibar peashooter! Drawing on your knowledge of weaponry from your short period as a police trainee (even though you dropped out), you begin to disassemble the piece when the proprietor walks around the corner from the crossbow section of the shop. Will he see you? Will he walk past you? What will happen if he discovers a chimp version of James Bond's Q?

All ammunition is probably locked up safe someplace, and you wouldn't know where.

Written by Hypogryph

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