Gabriel brushed the canvas of air with a blot of continuous red.  His plasma pistol was working overtime and Gabriel was making his shots count, too.  Just because he was an evil, sadistic man, he turned about and shot the old prostitute in the chest.  "It was bound to happen sooner or later!"  he yelled malevolently.  He laughed wickedly, ranting joyously as he swiveled about, decimating the patronage of the bar with his deadly accuracy.<br/><br/>"Is that so, Vasha?  You could have made me look like more of a bad ass!  Like, 'woah, I am really impressed by the girth of your dick, stranger!  I'd pay you to have sex with me.  I am so impressed with your masculinity.  You are such an immeasurably, statistically-improbable handsome guy, and!'"  Gabriel punctuated his jolly rant by plugging Vilhelm with a plasma bolt that spattered the side of his head with gray matter.  "'Such an excellent shot!'"<br/><br/>Gabriel produced another plasma pistol out of thin air and shot around Vasha, embracing her with his mellon-sized biceps and squeezing her like a vice.  He licked her lips, never actually ceasing fire.  Then he released her, and strutted around the bar, giving no quarters.  Men, women, sinners and innocents, they were all executed.  Except Foon Foon.  He was worth a lot of money alive.<br/><br/>"Now, everyone except Foon Foon will go to hell thinking that Gabriel wasn't Vasha's type of man."  He sighed dramatically.   "But Foon Foon won't."<br/><br/>Foon Foon was on his knees, looking about himself bewildered.  Blood, guts, brains, they were scattered all over him, and the young asian man didn't know where to go, where to crawl, what to do, what to say.  Gabriel knelt down beside him and snatched his chin to get a better look at him.<br/><br/>"Do you think that Vasha is too good for me, Foon Foon?"<br/><br/>[orange] "No man!  No!" [/orange]<br/><br/>Gabriel got mad and shoved  a pistol's muzzle against his left eye.   "Are you trying to say that my beloved, exquisite, sinfully sweet afternoon delight is not attractive?"<br/><br/>[orange] "No! She is!  She is attractive!" [/orange]<br/><br/>"You pissant, you fucking telling me that I just lied right now?  That I came up with that out of thin air?  Are you calling me a fucking liar, Foon Foon!?"<br/><br/>Foon Foon didn't say anything.  Gabriel picked him up with his bionic arm by the throat and dragged him to the bar, where Vasha sat deliciously. Gabriel wanted an implant of a second penis to adequately express his serious desire to fuck her, but that would have to wait.  Gabriel threw Foon Foon onto the bar.<br/><br/>"Strip, Foon Foon."  Foon Foon began to strip.   "You are going to express to Vasha how much you love her while I watch.  I want you to come on her.  Come on her chest and her face."   Foon Foon looked at Gabriel with complete disbelief, so Gabriel shoved his blaster pistol against his cock.  Foon Foon, distraught, began to masturbate.    "That's a good boy.  You better make it a good load.  If you don't make it a good load, I'll have Vasha suck blood out of your dick.  You really don't want that."   During all this, Gabriel had been half naked, wearing only his tight jacket and combat boots.  He sat on a stool and rubbed Vasha's backside, patting it.<br/><br/>"Vasha likes to be cummed on, don't you?"