Good thing I brought this handy little revolver with me, Mr. Malloy. Now that I have my bird, I'll just be going.
Not so fast, Professor -- hands up!
I had the drop on him from behind, but the Professor was quick --
-- he scrambled like a shot towards the exit, clutching the Osprey.
Unfortunately, he'd forgotten about Malloy's cover until this moment.
AAAEEEIIIIAAAAA!!!!
CRACK!!!
Now all that was left of the Golden Osprey was in pieces on the floor.
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