Mindy Macready:
Daddy? I'm scared.
Damon Macready:
Come on, Mindy, honey? Be a big girl now. There's nothing to be afraid of.
Mindy Macready:
Is it gonna hurt bad?
Damon Macready:
Aww, child. Only for a second, sugar.
Damon Macready:
[testing her]
A handgun bullet travels at? More than?
Mindy Macready:
[rolls eyes]
700 miles an hour.
Damon Macready:
700 miles an hour. So at close range like this, the force is gonna take you off your feet for sure, but it's really no more painful than a punch in the chest.
Mindy Macready:
[mumbles to herself]
I hate getting punched in the chest.
Damon Macready:
[cocks gun]
You're gonna be fine, baby doll!
[he aims and fires, hitting her squarely in the chest. She goes flying off her feet, landing on her back]
Damon Macready:
[walking up to her as she pulls the bullet out of her bullet-proof vest hidden underneath her jacket]
How was that? Not so bad. Kinda fun, huh? Now you know how it feels. You won't be scared when some junkie asshole pulls a glock.
Mindy Macready:
[smiling]
I wouldn't have been scared anyways!
Damon Macready:
That's my girl.
[helping her up]
Damon Macready:
Alright, up you get. Two more rounds and then home.
Mindy Macready:
Again?
Damon Macready:
Uh-huh.
Mindy Macready:
Look, only if we can go by the bowling alley on the way back.
Damon Macready:
The bowling alley?
Mindy Macready:
Yeah, and ice cream after!
Damon Macready:
[thinking about it for a second]
Huh... okay. Two more rounds. No wincing... No whining! And you got yourself a deal, young lady.
Mindy Macready:
Yeah! I'm gonna get a hot fudge sundae!
Damon Macready:
Good call, baby doll!
[shoots her again]
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