The millionaire pushed another shell into the side of his shotgun and used the barrel to indicate the open meadow in front of us. “And now it is time to hunt… the most dangerous game.”
Me: “Like what, like a frisbee with razor blades on the side, or like… football but the ball is a grenade? Which game?”
Apparently I was supposed to be running, I dunno, they don’t make things clear here.