The Rezort Page #4

-You know rule number two?

-Fresher they are, the faster they are.

Yes, but since all of our shufflers

date back to the war,

that doesn't really matter out here.

-Rule number three--

-Three.

If you don't shoot them in the head,

you are pretty much dead.

What do you think we are? Newbs?

[Tom] On the left, you can see some of

our other guests at their shooting spot.

[machine-gunfire]

[whooping]

[growl]

Whoa! Yeah!

Not bad shooting.

Don't want to make you look bad, guys.

Let me show you how it's done.

All right, all right.

[yells in Chinese]

Finger on the trigger.

[inhales]

You're up.

[ Keep Your Hands To Yourself

by the Georgia Satellites]

Let them have it!

F***ing die!

[bored] Yup... You show 'em, boys...

Hey, man. Yeah.

OK, take your time, relax.

Just remember everything

you were shown on the range.

All right, easy, boys.

I didn't realise there would be so many.

[distant groaning]

Yeah, buddy.

Enjoy. Rifle, miss?

-Um, no, I am good for now, thanks.

-All right.

[groaning]

[gunfire]

That's shameful. Allow me, yeah?

[yells]

What?

[yells]

You ready?

You go first.

[sighs]

Got one?

-Yep.

-OK, now remember.

Breathe in... And when you're ready...

...squeeze and fire.

I know you can do it, Mel.

Yeah, just... give me a sec.

-Just squeeze the trigger. You can do it.

-Yeah.

Mel?

She looked at me.

-Sorry.

-No, no, don't be sorry.

[shots continue]

Yo!

All it takes is a little TLC.

Gentle touch always does the trick.

Is it the same problem as before?

We don't know yet.

This might take a while.

What are you doing tonight?

Tate, run full diagnostics.

[sighs] I'll get on to it right away.

This is us, folks.

Your room for a night under the stars.

Then his head was like, boom!

Seriously, I want to marry this place

and have its beautiful babies.

I think this is a bad idea.

Coming all this way

and spending that money.

[she sighs]

I couldn't do it. She looked at me.

[he sighs]

Let's give it a chance.

It'll be good, I promise.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Yep.

You didn't feel like shooting.

Well, my fianc... well, my ex-fianc,

it was more his kind of thing.

It really is beautiful here,

though, right?

Sure.

Sorry about your fianc.

Yeah, sucks to be him.

We won a tournament, me and Alfie.

The prize was to come here.

We play Genocide.

It's an online shooter.

I mean, there's a campaign,

but it sucks, so...

You've heard of it.

No.

Huh? Really?

It's kind of a big deal.

Our team name is Smashed Up.

-Boom!

-Wow...

-Great name.

-Yeah, I came up with it.

-No, you didn't.

-Sorry, how old are you?

Ha!

That went pretty well!

[knocking]

-What is it?

-I traced the lags.

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