"Stars-a-fucking-bove!" Molly shrieked as the bullet ripped past her, the air rippling with ballistic shock. She leaped back in an effort to avoid both bullet and flying machine parts. Spinning around she planted her hands on her hips and glared in the general direction of the sniper.

“Hey! Tall, dark, and skulking! Ever try taking a piss without holding onto your fucking gun?” she snapped.

“Wait, that metaphor was badly mixed… and maybe racist? Do they piss?” she asked her other two companions with a concerned look.