Moe the shopkeep was working at the repair shop like any other day. He was sowing up a children’s toy like that one scene from Toy Story. Sticky sweat was trickling down the side of his face as he viciously restored the doll’s former glory.

The doorbell chimed as a funny little guy entered the shop.

“How may I help you today?” Moe the shopkeep said, his back facing the customer.

The funny little man did not respond, and sternly walked over to the front counter where Moe was working.

“Sir?” Moe said, turning around and stopping abruptly. He was frozen in place.

The funny little man held a gun up to Moe’s face, the barrel staring through his eyes.

The funny little man said, “my gun is broken. Can you fix it?”

Moe couldn’t speak. He legs felt tingly, and not in a good way. He stuttered, “i... i... i...”

The funny little man stated his terms. “If you don’t fix my gun, I’ll shoot you.”

“Oh ok,” Moe said, “that’s fair.”

“So are you gonna fix my gun?” the man asked.

Moe responded with a confident NO with a cheeky grin on his face. The funny man was furious and smoke bursted out of each of his ears.

He pulled the trigger with shaky hands, but the gun did not fire at Moe because it was broken. Instead, the bullet traveled backward through the barrel and hit the funny man in the arm. He let out a blood curdling scream and wet his trousers.

Moe said, “you’ve got a bullet hole in your arm, now that’s something I can repair.”

The funny little man looked up from his wound and started crying tears of joy. “Thank you Moe :)”