"No, she had a scary older brother and that brother had a weird burnt boyfriend who kicked my ass. It was three against one. Look, come on, it's not that I like her more. I like you both equally." Well, he did and they liked him about the same too. As in they totally didn't. "Come on, please? I don't want to build more guns. I can't! I have to stop making weapons that kill innocent people."

And that was a hard thing to say with a gun in his face. Literally. The barrel was right in his cheek and he could feel it through his jaw. "Can't I make you something else? I can make you a hell sweet costume."