"I know little man. I love you too. Very, very much. And because I love you, you need to protect yourself. Remember that time you fell off your bike when you were little? I need you to be brave like then. Go. Get. The. Gun."
"Oh-ohkay. B-but, promise me one thing, Carter."
"What?"
"P-p-please d-don't die."
"Don't worry. I won't. I promise. I bro promise."
"Bro promise? Really?"
"Yup. I bro promise."
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