Well, that settles it. Merv deserves to die.
You squeeze the trigger without a pang of guilt.
<<click>>
Damn.
You forgot to load the ammo.
You storm out of Merv's apartment, and head back home.
Along the way you pass Milty.
"Wanna play leap-frog? I bet I'll win!"
You ignore him.
You get to the front porch. Ross is there, looking in the windows.
"Hey, Brad, is Katie in there?"
You shake the gun in his direction.
"Woah. It's cool, man. It's cool," says Ross backing off.
You enter the house and walk upstairs.
BOOG is coming down the stairs. He sucker punches you in the gut.
You buckle, but keep on going.
You walk into Poppy's room.
Poppy is lying on the bed reading National Geographic, smoking his pipe.
You ignore him.
You rummage through his closet.
"Hey! Get the hell outta there!" says Poppy.
You grasp the box of ammo and pull it out.
"You'd better not fire that thing in the house, Brad," says Poppy.
You exit Poppy's room and head downstairs.
You pass Stephen on the way down.
"Hey, Brad. Is that Poppy's rifle? I didn't know he still had that?"
You ignore him.
Back out the front door you head straight to Merv's to finish the job.
You walk in his front door, and enter his living room.
His head is slumped to the side. He's drooling in his sleep. The porn tape has run out and the TV displays a snowy reception of Sesame Street.
You've seen that episode.
You load the rifle, set down the box of ammo, and again press the gun against Merv's unsuspecting head.
"Wait..." you say to yourself. "Why am I doing this?"
Because you are temporarily insane, and taking full advantage of it.