Narrator: I got this gun that shoots marshmallows.
[[A man removes a marshmallow gun from a box.]]
[[Man shoots woman with marshmallow gun from offpanel.]]
<<POP POP POP>>
<<WHAP WHAP WHAP>>
<<POP>>
[[Woman sighs]]
<<POP POP>>
[[Woman removes a super soaker from desk drawer.]]
[[Woman shoots offscreen man with super soaker.]]
Man: (offscreen) AUGH!
<<FWOOSH>>
Man: (offscreen) Man, I forgot that was there.
Narrator: The next day, everyone else got them too.
[[Woman and beret guy brandish marshmallow guns.]]
Woman: Hey noob! Eat stay-puft(R)!
[[Woman shoots marshmallow gun.]]
<<POP POP POP>>
[[Man shoots marshmallow gun.]]
<<POP POP POP>>
[[Woman and man shoot marshmallows into the air, crossing the streams of fire.]]
Beret Guy: (offscreen) No, don't cross the ~
<<FOOM>>
<<ROAAAR>>
[[Woman, Man, and Beret Guy are all standing with weapons pointed at the ground]]
Woman: Okay, this is bad.
Offscreen: You're shooting what?
{{title text: Except in reality crossing a stream of marshmallows would create a giant Bill Murray.}}
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