>The shot rings out
>A hefty roll of booty wipe rockets out of the barrel
>And strikes Steel right in the face
>Time seems to slow as the plushy round squishes his muzzle a bit

>He topples backwards
>Steel’s armor clatters as he falls onto his back, and his two friends rush to his aid

>Siqueue sounds somewhat surprised
>”Sir?”
>Sir tacks on a much less caring, and more deadpan
>”Staff Sergeant. Please. It’s just toilet paper.”