The Shot

The radio service presents... Spam! A shot, starring Mr. Van Heflen, hoping once again to keep you in... suspense, Satan? And to all of you other gentlemen.

Everyone's here, I see. You late roles. Dawn. A minute or two, one where the other certainly can't make too much difference. Decide to stop to pick these. Cheery, anyone? They're delicious. For a man who's about to die, you don't seem too concerned.

Oh, I am concerned, Peyton. There's a whole hat full of delicious cherries that certainly had to be eaten. On the other hand, Payton, I'm not certain that I have to die. We'll see about that.

Did you bring a weapon? Mm-hmm. Right here. And I noticed you're all ready. Let's get on with this. Of course. It's customary. It's had a number from one to ten. You will each draw a paper.

The man who receives the highest number will give the first shot. Is that agreeable? a griver. Of course. After you lieutenant. And good good good good. You're also. It seems I want to first shot. I've drawn a 10 and it's set back to back.

You will face away until the count is completed. Mr. Raul says the first shot understood. Understood. Unpresent here who finds this not an honorable way to settle the dispute between these two men. I'm ready.

Yes, I know. He seems alright just to kill Mr. Do I have to remind you that you have a shot at me? I wouldn't want to spoil your breakfast. Not now.

He's shot at you. You have to take your shot at me. I don't have to do anything. Not yet. You challenged him to a duel, Zachary. What? I have to take you. You don't seem ready for death this morning.