Axl was trying his luck at a shooting game, muttering under his breath at the rifle because it was the most horrible weapon known to man and really could you get any more blatant with the rigging the game?

The game's attendant was also muttering direly under her breath, probably because while Axl had spent a good ten minutes fiddling, he hadn't actually attempted to shoot any of the targets yet. Well, he wanted to win that ridiculously big stuffed angler fish, okay?