“You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.”
“Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.”
“The purest surrealist act is walking into a crowd with a loaded gun and firing into it randomly”
“I'm an idiot like you said, so whatever you say about me doesn't matter, but you know... Don't you dare point a gun at your own brother!”
“A book is a loaded gun.”
“Upside-down death spikes/ like sitting on loaded guns/ a chair with wooden legs.”