‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And in Western Town
#thelittlestbandit was running around
Her stocking was hung by the chimney with care
Though she knew full well there would be nothing there
For Kate was a bandit, she’d been naughty all year,
And all she would get would be coal, no good cheer
But you can hear her exclaim, as you run out of sight
“Merry Christmas, y’all, watch out for dynamite!” (at The Great Movie Ride)

so I have to shoot guns at work, right?

the last time I got show observed my trainer told me to be careful because on shots 2 and 4 I was throwing them

so now I perpetually have Hamilton stuck in my head because I’ll be running up and down the stairs in my heels a million times a day, firing my pistol and singing “I am not throwing away my shot” to myself