"Ssh!" Rich hushes him, looking around to make sure there's no one nearby. "We don't know who else might be out here with us."
Rich tugs at Sam's shoulder gently, trying to get him to sit up.
"We went into that story bubble thing. Remember? To fight the evil queen? She put us in something, uh...not so family friendly."
Rich sits back and takes the revolver out of his belt, releasing the lock and checking the chamber.
"As in, 'our gun only has two bullets, but oh, look, that's conveniently just enough for the two of us.' That kind of not so family friendly. Everything's gone a little 'On the Beach' on us." He rotates the chamber to line the two bullets up and snaps the gun closed again, and tucks it back into his belt. "We need to get moving."
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Rich tugs at Sam's shoulder gently, trying to get him to sit up.
"We went into that story bubble thing. Remember? To fight the evil queen? She put us in something, uh...not so family friendly."
Rich sits back and takes the revolver out of his belt, releasing the lock and checking the chamber.
"As in, 'our gun only has two bullets, but oh, look, that's conveniently just enough for the two of us.' That kind of not so family friendly. Everything's gone a little 'On the Beach' on us." He rotates the chamber to line the two bullets up and snaps the gun closed again, and tucks it back into his belt. "We need to get moving."