"If you insist," he says, pressing a can firmly into Snake's shaggy hair.

Kaz backs up a respectable distance -- not far enough to make this exceptionally difficult, but not so close as to seem uncertain in his marksmanship. As he eases into proper posture and raises his gun, he finds himself entertaining a dark thought. How easy would it be right now? Just a little lower. His heart begins to race and he wipes his mind clean with a slow exhale. He lines up his sights with the upper half of the can, and squeezes the trigger ...

Ka-tang, the can goes flying end-over-end.