Wolfgang the Doctor

(Harbin was in his office in castle Roseflare, sorting through paper work and filing through recent reports from the different rings of Hell. He sighed, sitting back to stretch his arms briefly, and then he looked down and saw [CHARACTER OF CHOICE] standing in front of his desk.)

Clutched in his hands is the Frontier Justice. He looks it over, then holds it like a guitar and lifts it to his ear, drawing his thumb down across the body of the loading port like he were strumming a guitar chord.

The gun, miraculously, produces the chord.

Did.... your gun just make a guitar noise?

He acts as if this is a completely normal occurrence.

Clutched in his hands is the Frontier Justice. He looks it over, then holds it like a guitar and lifts it to his ear, drawing his thumb down across the body of the loading port like he were strumming a guitar chord.

The gun, miraculously, produces the chord.

Did.... your gun just make a guitar noise?

Clutched in his hands is the Frontier Justice. He looks it over, then holds it like a guitar and lifts it to his ear, drawing his thumb down across the body of the loading port like he were strumming a guitar chord.

The gun, miraculously, produces the chord.

Did.... your gun just make a guitar noise?