Couple customers emptied some clips back on the range. Pick up the shells, then give the whole thing a sweep.

[the gigolo gestures at a closet marked with a UTILITY sign, broom-ready]

[he figures the kid's probably seen his way about a few times by now; he'd gotten word of a hopeful purchase for a firearm, had chuckled at it -- ]

Don't go hidin' in no corners, ya might get shot.

[the way he does now, full of jokes no one else laughs at]