RIP Junie Varin aka "Yung Lanyard"

The woods. Mid day. We sprint through the forest, I ten feet behind her and closing in. Her guns squirting everything but me as she frolics daintily. I dodge droplets with the agility of a mink. She dodges bullets like Nagasaki dodged the atomic bomb. We stop. A standoff? No. That implies an equal chance at victory. Even with my gun out of ammo, leaving me with my single-shot pistol, I know I have won. She thinks she has shot me, yet I show no sign of moistness. I let my shot go. By the Bush of Zeus, it holds true. I walk away into the sunset- a final act of badassery to conclude a fantastic chase.