alligator guns

2 armed men face each other, snarling and looking mighty ugly. I don’t know what their beef is with each other (its a woman or a gamblin’ debt most probably) and I aint going be too forward in the asking.

“go for your gun, Pete” growled Tom.

“whatever you say, Tom, you got it coming to yer” barked back Pete.

they were men not dogs by the way, I said that didn’t I?

the two men both drew their pistols at lightning speed and faced each other in a standoff, no-one wins situation. what’s to do?

well, what Pete didn’t know was that Tom had acquired himself one of those fancy schmancy all-singing, all-dancing, state of the art alligator pistols. Tom chuckled knowingly as a frown crossed Pete’s by now, even uglier mush.

deftly, Tom slid off the safety catch alongside the barrel of the gun and swung open the handle to reveal a bright metallic scissors mechanism that puzzled poor Pete who was watching mesmerised. Tom snapped the two sides of the mechanism together, the barrel of the gun yawned open like the jaws of an alligator revealing sharp angry toothed edges and using these jaws, Tom sprang forward & seized Pete’s gun right out from his gnarled fist and tossed it gaily up, up and away and as it descended he caught it on a twirling left forefinger. If there had been a smoking gun to blow into, he would have done so.

our hero wins the day.