And there was Zell's internal filter. Or lack thereof. That hurt. A bit. Okay, more than a bit when he was currently lacking his shotgun. Sure, handguns did the trick. But they just weren't as flashy. ...Or as powerful.

Regardless-- "Why don't you sit down and have yourself some pie. It'll help that bitter crab apple look you've got on your face." Just saying. All the saying. He did have pie. ...Burnt pie. But the inside was okay! Probably. "So like, when did you get here Zell?"