Talk:Hobgoblin/@comment-26115871-20151215045044/@comment-30700719-20170226001121

I fabricate a mounted machine gun, slap it down facing the wall of the cave, and yell, "LMG, MOUNTED AND LOADED!" I then proceed to let the bullets fly, bits of rock flying everywhere. The Hobgoblin looks at me and asks, "What are you doing?" I release the trigger and look at her, saying, "Art." I finish up a couple more lines, then fling my hand out at my masterpiece. The bullet-holes display a perfect likeness of my friend running off while I'm pushed to the ground, shown from the Hobgoblin's perspective. "Pretty neat, huh? I've been practicing."