"The gun" she mumbled. "you're kidding right ?" his voice shaking out of fear. "The fucking gun i am dying here" she matter of factly screamed. "NO! of course i won't give it" he screamed desperately hoping that the whole situation is a joke. "AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT ASSHOLE" frustration filled her tone. "WELL I CAN'T GIVE YOU ONE WHEN I AM OBVIOUSLY THE GODAMN TARGET I WANT TO FUCKING LIVE THANK YOU VERY MUCH ".... And they kept on bickering over a... Over a what you ask? Food? money? Mafia shit? Relationship shit? Or literally a Shit? None of that actually it's about.. That Adorable, Young, Fluffy, Nerdy, Bullied, Beautiful, Precious, Mysterious, ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ H I M .