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Marlo goes on safari with a pop gun, the kind with neither caps nor a spark wheel but rather an actual cork that, when you pull the trigger, it pops out.

She sneaks up on a lion, which is hard to do. Pop!

“Ow!” says the lion. “Careful! I’m endangered, you know.”

“So’s my gun,” says Marlo, brandishing it.

“I meant you shouldn’t kill me,” says the lion.

“I didn’t,” says Marlo, “I tranquilized you so you have to come to my party.”

“Okay,” says the lion. Then they are friends and Tegan is not invited.


Guns are bad!