Oneiro slowly peered up over the bar, holding a double-barreled shotgun. "Son of a bitch..." he muttered. "Figures I'd get the old thing out too slow to be of any use. Cryin' shame, too. Bastard got my bar all wrecked. I oughta take it outta his scaly hide...."<br/><br/>"Poor bee fella, wonder where it was takin' him..."