<Snipped quote by VKAllen>
Emily approached Sacha and loaded a full magazine into her Beretta, cocked it, then handed it to him. "You, me, Russian Roulette. If you live, it's the top floor for both of us."
"Okay." Sacha took the gun and put it to the side of his head, and pulled the trigger. There was the audible click of the hammer slamming into the firing pin, but the distinct bang never happened. "I win." He handed the pistol back.
The shark, completely confused, took the gun and fired it at a certain eye-patch wearing wolf. The bullet collided with his right leg and some blood spilled out over the Hole's floor. "...What?"
"You couldn't notice the difference between a fully loaded magazine and one with one spent cartridge." He leaned back over his chair and rested his boot over the table, gently crossing them as the leather of his pants rustled gently above fur. "Who shall be above?"