You may want to hold your fire.
How many bullets could a mouse-girl blast if a mouse-girl could blast bullets?
We never made it to Waga.
Not a kernel of brilliance.
They said four tales, but I found none.
Lore hidden in plain sight.
Every second matters.
The ‘tide is sigh.
Hollow, with filling.
Actually shutting your eyes will probably make this rather difficult.