Either telling or writting something, I just pick a card and show a trick:

 

And here I am sitting on a sofa - a can of beer in one hand and remote control in another, a local King till first comer makes a coup. "Most awesome car crashes", CNN and all sorts of advertisements were at my service when I heard the sound. The wery special sound I was desperate to hear from the TV when it shows a squared-jaw touch-guy often produce while separating fellows from bastards. Not from behind my head, for Crist sake.

 

The sound was  like "clink-clank". That is how a shot-gun chimes right before being loaded. Slowly turning around I almost hit the barrel with my nose.That was Charles the houseowner. "The hamster" as we called him between ourselfs.Pointing a goddamn shot-gun at me.And his nervous smile was telling me "yes, I'm ready for ill-considered actions". I cant help but wonder if hamsters bite. 

"BANG!", a micro-blast, round goes down the barrel,releasing a hail of pellets at 500 meters per second. Fast enough to turn my scull into puzzle.Takes time only scientists operate with. That what usually happens after the shot-gun is loaded.

 

Before that happened my confused smile met the sight. Inly I was wondering if my cell-phone works in the better world, so I could call my mother to tell I'm fine after all the comedy happens.

 

-The most fucking recognizable sound in the world. That is why I bought it.

- Charly?

- Whats up, bubble, like it? 

- Yes... can I hold it for a while?

 And here I am, holding a shot-gun I considered to be murdered by. It's a damn joke, the mag was empty.