A few days later, Sam was inspecting the pistols, shotguns, revolvers, rifles and the rest of the weapons that he had placed on a white retractable table.
-There is shooting practice here, but only for pistols and revolvers. Hmm, will I be good at shooting? What a thrill! How will I kill you? -Sam laughed heartily, as he took the gun to go to the shooting range.
Two days later, while inspecting the other weapons, Sam smelled a change in the air.
-Stop, Slimy Being! -Sam exclaimed.
Sam grabbed the shotgun and headed out.
Mocus, seeing him, ran towards him. Sam shot him without hesitation in the legs, reloaded and shot him again.
The Mocus fell to the ground emitting loud guttural sounds that sometimes became quite high pitched.
-Wait for me here. -Sam said with boredom.
When he returned, Sam brought a large revolver.
-Iiitt... Huuuurr...tssss (It hurts); Doooonn't.. Doo..oo iii...iit (Don't do it). -They were some of El Mocus's guttural murmurs.
Sam ignored him.
-Hold it firmly. -Sam thought, while he pointed the revolver at El Mocus's arms and finally fired four times, two for each arm.
Sam observed that the wounds, although they seemed deep, did not seem serious for that Being.
-Wait for me a little longer. -Sam indicated to El Mocus who was lying prostrate.
Sam returned with two bags, a protective mask covering his face, and a flare in his pocket.
Sam took the contents of the bags and threw them at Mocus's head.
The Mocus's head was covered with a dark grayish dust, after which Sam walked away a little.
-You know, if I was interested in you, I would have thrown salt at you to see you suffer a little. But right now I have priorities. -Said Sam, lighting the flare and throwing it at El Mocus's head.
El Mocus's head lit up in flames for a few seconds; When the fire went out, El Mocus's head was dry and quite burned. Sam went into the gun shop and brought the shotgun. Sam aimed the shotgun carefully and then fired.
-ha ha ha his head exploded like a watermelon. -Sam said maliciously.
-I knew it, without mucus they are weak. -Sam thought.
However, El Mocus managed to get to his knees, his torso opened horizontally, revealing a slimy cavity with a disgusting smell and a large number of small holes.