[He's turning it over, looking at it from every angle, poking it, pulling at it, trying to figure out where the gun starts and the hand ends]
[He stops. It just doesn't make any sense, this weapon. The AIs are snapping and shrieking in his head.]
[With a dissatisfied growl, he'll toss it over his shoulder, and go about collecting his discarded belongings, the axe, maces, and journal, before slumping off into the night.]
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[He stops. It just doesn't make any sense, this weapon. The AIs are snapping and shrieking in his head.]
[With a dissatisfied growl, he'll toss it over his shoulder, and go about collecting his discarded belongings, the axe, maces, and journal, before slumping off into the night.]