The great comeback - Should I stay or should I go.

We're sitting down at the casual bar,

Which is also a shooting gallery. Walk into a barroom where we see the bar stand on the right and the Public shooting range on the left. Elon went to the shooting gallery, and I went to the bar, Chatting with my bartender. Bill, the man of 10 letters.

Don: Hey, Bill!

Bill: Yo.

Don: Spare me a bottle of Battle Aid.

< Slap a dollar on the table>

Bill:

Don:

Bill: How was your-

My day was awful, Bill thanks for asking

Don: You know what, Bill.

Bill: What?

Don: I'm just about to quit my job.

Bill: Ok👍

Don: No, Not OK 👎

Don: That means I'm not reaching my true potential. What do you think about the Elite army bill?

Bill: Meh.

Don: Yeah, my thoughts exactly. That I came to this army, I thought they were going to mote as a soldier. But now they treat me like I'm unless they all N-strike employees like less than!

Bill: Demeaning.

Don: Yes, bill! Demeaning! Not one lick of respect whatsoever.

Don: Can I get another drink < Slap a dollar on the table>

Bill:

Don:

Bill is an excellent simple person to take care of his bar, but his bar is also a shooting range. Bill has containment of every gun from doomlands to zombie strike, Modifiers, and Mega. You name it, and he probably has it. Probably. Do you doubt it? A demonstration.

Random female Customer: Hey Bill!

Bill: Yo.

Random female Customer: Can I get a Nerf N-Strike Elite Trilogy DS-15 Blaster.

Bill:

Random male customer: Hey Bill!

Bill: Yo.

Random male customer: You got a Doomlands Vagabond Blaster by any chance?

Bill:

Random Kid: Hello, Sir.

Bill: Hello.

Random Kid:

Bill: BRB.

While Bill was serving his customers, Elon was at a shooting range with other people. He was wielding a Nerf N-Strike Elite Rapidstrike CS-18. He spends his lunchtime going to the content pretending to be in a war, Looking pretty bored doing it.

Elon: RATATATATATATA Bullseye again. Monotone Yes.

He talks to the guy beside him.

Elon: It doesn't get better than this, my friend. I was fighting in a fake war, in a phony army with real blasters. I am in my prime. RATATATATATATA!

Elon: Mmmf...I wasn't even trying that time.

Female Voice: I can tell.

Elon turns to his left side and sees Snowball in her casual clothes.

Elon: Oh, Sir Snowball.

Snowball: Come down, Elon, we're lunch now. However, I see you like to Starve yourself before you go back to work.

Elon: No, as a fellow Soldier, I was practicing My accuracy when I got promoted.

Snowball: But you're a Dart Collector.

Elon: I can dream.

Snowball: You know Elon, you would have already been promoted. If it weren't for your attitude, you would have been in my rank by now.

Elon: Attitude, My attitude is caused by not caring too much, depending on the situation.

Snowball: That sounds like you don't take anything seriously until it's necessary.

Elon.

Snowball: You are so self-centered.

Elon: And you are too severe for your good.

Snowball: I'm serious because I care. What's wrong with caring about their fellow soldiers?

Elon: Look, just let me Shoot my blaster in peace. Quit trying to flirt with me.

Snowball: Wha uh wat ah I don't!!

We'll get back to them later. Back to Bill and Don.

Bill: Here you go.

Random Kid: Thank you

Don: Bill, I know they have a big army. Right? I mean, they could at least spare us some supplies.

I don't know what to say. I feel stuck. That's all I'm trying to say, A real deaden job. You know.

Bill: I know, man.

Don: Thank man. I wish something exciting happened, just for a little while.

The minute I said those words, fate heard my call and came knocking down the barn door. A woman in a black coat walks inside the bar door, investigating the pub. As if she was looking for someone. She was of average height, but in terms of her face, all you could see was her blond hair.

She turns and spots me at the bar stand.

The Woman: "Speak of the dev,l, and he shall come. You're Don Rubber, yes?"

Don: "Yes. But I don't associate with people I don't know."

The Woman: "Oh, but what I'm offering is worth your attention."

Don: "Whatever you're selling, I don't want it."

The Woman: "I'm no seller." "I just want a few minutes of your time."

Don: "Yeah, the last person that said that. Wasted an hour of my time telling me How healthy it is to eat bugs."

The Woman: "They're probably right."

Don: "What do you want, lady?"

The Woman: "Oh, just a fan, a fan of your work. You're the man who made those battle strategies Blueprints."

Don: What!? "I only made those for the army. How did you get hold of them?"

The Woman: "You see, I used to work for the Nerf Nation Association. I came across your work and how you got the job in the 1st place. Used a submitted strategy blueprint to the army back in the N-strike days. Then when your Empire fell, you were demoted to dart collector."

The Woman: "Come to appreciate your skills. You're very brilliant. I would love to learn more."

Don:

"Thanks for the compliment, but why do you need me?"

The Woman: "Because I'm starting a revolution." My name is Coraline, Welcome to the revolution.

Don: "Revo-What?!" "Why are you trying to start a revolution?" "What are you trying to do?" "Who who who are you?"

Coraline: "Shhhh, Donny, All your questions will be answered in due time."

Coraline gets up and pulls back her black cloak. She was revealing her face. She had blonde hair, as previously discussed, green eyes, tan skin, looked like a supermodel, and was taller than I usually thought.

Everybody turns to Coraline in shock and curiosity. Bill, Elon, and Snowball

Were you a little puzzled by her presence?

Coraline: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have come to deliver a message of peril. To those of the past N-strike faction, I must warn you of the coming extermination of your people."

Elon: "Uh, extermination." "What?"

Coraline: "I am Coraline. I have information from the Elite Headquarters that is planning to eradicate your whole culture. By destroying the blasters."

Snowball challenged that statement.

Snowball: "Excuse me officially, But where do you get off, Slandering the name of the elite army?" "I've never even heard of you in the Nerf Nation."

Coraline: "I was newly promoted After the fall of N-strike."

Snowball: "That still doesn't explain why you think The Elite is destroying the N-strike series from history."

Coraline: "Lady, haven't you noticed That people from the N-strike faction Have been given less opportunity to grow and prosper. Because they're trying to destroy the identity of the faction entirely."

Snowball: "You say all this, but I don't see any proof of this faction genocide."

Coraline: "Proof." "I Have evidence Of this Information." "You, bartender."

Bill: "Yo."

Coraline: "You are known for having every gun imaginable?" "Correct?"

Bill: "Correct."

Coraline: OK, here's a blast from the past. Do you have an N-Strike Maverick REV-6?

Bill:...Ummm

Coraline: What's wrong? Do you have it

Bill: I'll check

After all my years spent Bill, he never said that one before. If there was a blast, you wanted you would always get a gun from him because he had all of them. But as of right now, he is unsure

Snowball: "What does this prove?"

Coraline: "Wait for it."

Bill:

Coraline: "Bartender, do you have it?"

Bill: Rub the back of his neck

"I don't have it."

Everybody: GASP!!!!!

Now you know something's incredibly wrong with that. Bill always speaks in 10 letter sentences. That was 11.

Don: "What!"

Elon: "Bill, say it ain't so." "I had that blaster since I was a little kid." "Oh man, I'm about to cry."

Coraline: "You don't have it!" "How about an N-Strike Magstrike AS-10?"

Bill: