Why in the world is that silly little dweeb Darryl aiming his blasted weapon in my direction and pelting me with those pesky bullets? What in the Sam Hill did I ever do to him to make him so bent out of shape? I swear, that dunderhead must have lost his marbles if he thinks he can take me down with his feeble attempts at shooting. Ha! The nerve of some people, honestly. But mark my words, I will not stand idly by and let this buffoon continue to harass me like this. Oh no, not on my watch....