Trilby drew both revolvers.
"Why yes they are, old timey knight man!" he said, proudly. "Except this one. It shoots crystal balls."
He fired a revolver at the ground, and the dirt exploded up into the air, and formed into a floating glass orb.
"Well, mine was crafted in an abandoned factory by myself and my slightly-less psychopathic alternate universe self."
"Why yes they are, old timey knight man!" he said, proudly. "Except this one. It shoots crystal balls."
He fired a revolver at the ground, and the dirt exploded up into the air, and formed into a floating glass orb.
"Well, mine was crafted in an abandoned factory by myself and my slightly-less psychopathic alternate universe self."