"It's MEEE!" he cried, as each sweaty bolt plunged its way into a target, leaking putrid gas from each wound and filling his grayscale vision with a glorious smog. “Who?" His mind was a tub of hot oil, and a drop of clean water rose to the surface. With a shake of his mangy head he launched another volley of stink doom.…
More tiny buffs. Mostly format and flow. --------------------------------- "It's MEEE!" he cried, as each sweaty bolt plunged its way into a target, leaking putrid gas from each wound and filling his grayscale vision with a glorious smog. “Who?" His mind was a tub of hot oil, and a drop of clean water rose to the surface.…
Draft 2 - tiny grammar/flow edits. --------------------- "It's MEEE!" he cried, as each sweaty bolt plunged its way into a target, leaking putrid gas from each wound and filling his grayscale vision with a glorious smog. “Who?" His mind was a tub of hot oil, and a drop of clean water rose to the surface. With a shake of…