“I always aim four-five inches away from the body. That way I know that I couldn’t not have possibly pump the lead into the poor bastard.”
“I aim at him but swing the muzzle to the right as I squeeze the trigger. If the lieutenant or the sergeant notice, I explain that I always flinch the moment the shot rings out.”
“When the lieutenant yells ‘Fire!’, I wait a second before shooting. With the body falling, my bullet will miss high.”
“By army regulation, one of the five carbines must be loaded with blank. I always fork over twenty bucks to the sergeant and he hands me the dummy gun.”
“Simple, I just don’t pull the trigger. And who can tell afterwards whose gun didn’t fire?”
Standing outside the door, listening, the lieutenant and the sergeant realize they have their work cut out for them.