Trav pulls three objects from his coat. He takes a bite out of one to show that they're apples. Without a word or explanation, he begins to clumsily juggle the three apples. At the drop of some unseen hat, he tosses all three apples into the air. With a draw as quick as greased lightning, he pulls his right-hand pistol, squeezes the trigger, and rapidly slaps the hammer back three times in a pan-fire technique with the muzzle pointed upwards. Seconds later, the pulverized pieces and parts of the apples rains down on the two judges. Trav's face turns red and he smiles sheepishly.<br/><br/>"My bad." He says, "It's pretty hard to judge the splatter... That can get pretty random at times."