[h3][color=Peru][i]Faarah Wahba[/i][/color][/h3]
Farrah's simple lunch of Chicken Parmesan while reading an instruction manual for a radio he was going to fix at the end of the hour was interrupted. He was about to tell her to leave her info and come back tomorrow, but promptly stooped when he looked up from his literature. First he stared at the Stormtrooper, he didn't know much about quality cosplay, but this one was convincing. Second he looked to the gun, and nothing else mattered. "[color=Peru]An E-11,[/color]" he commented while picking it up. This was heavy, which meant expensive, which meant it was hand made. He pulled the trigger and nothing happen.

Sliding his chair to the counter he grabbed his tools, needing a pry tool and a phillips head screw driver. It took some effort, but he was able to separate the barrel to reveal the circuitry inside. It was more than he expected, but it was probably built to be loud. It didn't take long to see that one of the wires had come off, having escaped its soldered place. Pulling the draw of the table he garbed the solder, flux and iron and started this laughably simple fix. He paused a moment and looked up, remembering that this was a customer. "[color=Peru]Aren't you a little short for a Stormtrooper?[/color]"
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