Vincent notwithstanding, Zack's as dead as a doornail. He wasn't just shot. He recieved a ten-second sustained burst from an automatic machine gun at point-blank range.
That's not shot.
That's mincemeat.
Vincent notwithstanding, Zack's as dead as a doornail. He wasn't just shot. He recieved a ten-second sustained burst from an automatic machine gun at point-blank range.
That's not shot.
That's mincemeat.
[The death of God left the angels in a strange position]