I'm being shot in the brain by a Lego-storm-trooper-clone-thingy. I've suffered multiple head wounds at close range. Laser shots, 'power shoots', and blasters.
Medic!!
He said he was gonna "shoot my brain so I wouldn't love him anymore".
I told him (as I kissed his ENTIRE face) that there wasn't a gun, or laser, or blaster or cannon or ANYthing big enough to shoot that outta me!
He said, "Aww, c'mon Mom, stop kissin' me!"
Nope! Never! Everever will I do that.
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