[a few doors slam in the succession; the one to the utility closet, the one to the range (even trying to camouflage himself in baggy clothing, he's as skinny as the damn broom over his shoulder)]
[it doesn't take him that long, non-withstanding one explosive occasion with a customer and the following explosive shouting match (Are you fuckin' slow?! Put the rifle down for ten fuckin' seconds!)]
[the third slam eventually comes, and he's back in the shop carrying a slightly larger raincloud than before (the question lingers; how did this kid look so dry and flammable all the time?)]
[he doesn't bother putting the broom away yet, and his hands (and the bandages around his hands) are greasy with gun-refuse]
Re: action; triggerfingers
[it doesn't take him that long, non-withstanding one explosive occasion with a customer and the following explosive shouting match (Are you fuckin' slow?! Put the rifle down for ten fuckin' seconds!)]
[the third slam eventually comes, and he's back in the shop carrying a slightly larger raincloud than before (the question lingers; how did this kid look so dry and flammable all the time?)]
[he doesn't bother putting the broom away yet, and his hands (and the bandages around his hands) are greasy with gun-refuse]
[over black-and-white, red all over calls]
What else?