He assumed he had won, so he took the opportunity to monologue about how good a manipulator he was, how all my actions had been controlled by him.
So I pulled out my gun and shot him.
He fell to his knees, holding the new hole in his stomach, and I guess he'd rubbed off on me, as I decided to monologue as well.
"You assholes don't get it, real life isn't a game, there aren't rules about how humans have to react, we can-"
He pulled a gun from somewhere and shot me back.
And I mean, fair play.
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