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Got shot again. Hate getting shot.

I've been lucky and never managed to get myself shot.

It hurts like hell the first few times...then it still hurts, but there's also that offended feeling that trumps the pain.

I prefer hand to hand if I have to fight guns are only my friend in the lab.

Hand to hand is fun, but it doesn't stop a guy from shooting you if he really wants to.

That is true.

Are you alright?

Well...I'm alive. And pissed. I let Sam pull the damn thing out again.

Good. Then explain to me how you got shot.

With a gun. By a guy that didn't want me to chase him.

Micheal.

Just think of it as a new scar you can show the grandkids.

Grandkids? Right..

Afraid they won't talk to you?