Shakily rising to your feet and pulling yourself up, you position yourself at the gun and attempt to resume fire.
However, your frayed nerves make shooting even more difficult, not to mention you can only barely peek your head out for fear of it getting obliterated. As can be expected, you completely miss every shot.
In desperation, you scream out to him for understanding, to stop this senseless fighting, just like Steven Universe.
MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR!!
He pauses for a moment, his facial expression unreadable under the helmet. Then, he resumes fire with a manic fervor, flailing wildly.
DID YOU JUST TELL ME TO HAVE SEX??? YOU FUCKING SIMP CUCK!! DON’T YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING HARD IT IS FOR MEN LIKE ME TO HAVE SEX??
OF COURSE YOU FUCKING DON’T. YOU JUST FUCKING GATEKEEP SOCIETY AND HOLD PUSSY OVER OUR HEADS.
WELL FUCK YOU. I DON’T EVEN CARE ABOUT GETTING PUSSY. KYS KYS KYS NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER NIIIIGGGGEEERRR!!!!
