Well, hoo dawgies! Someone went an' left their shootin' iron lying' there's on the bar. Why, it might be dangerous seein' if'n's it's loaded and what-all. I'll just point it at the little undead dawgie thingie and squeeze off a coupla' rounds in his general direction - just t' gets a feel fer this piece o' iron...
<aims, sights down barrel from rear to front (no, I ain't gonna' look in the barrel ya' dufouses), with eye pressed real close, okeydokey, pulls back, squeezes trigger three times quickly...>
Drat! Stupid little dawg wouldn't stay still whilst I was tryin' t' kilt it...