I’ve discovered a notepad with some of the old lines I’ve written down in high school while I was bored:

Yer a ray of fucking sunshine, right in my face, while I’m driving!

Good sellers are like good customers - few and far between

Do you want vigilantes?! ‘Cause this is how ya get vigilantes!

If I’d put eyes on a parking meter, you’d try to fuck the coin slot.

Ah yes, her wrath. Like a vengeful blood-thirsty corgi, she’ll rip your leg clean off ‘cause ya dared wake her up early.

I love and hate worldbuilding, well, I love it, but it hates me. By now I've spent several weeks, if not months working on the firearms of my story, off and on, sometimes too frustrated to continue. Reworked the whole system several times when a new idea came about, only to delete it again for the most minute reason.

Now, this wouldn't be something I'd want to offload onto the reader all at once. BUT my need to geek out over it also means the theoretically, logistically and practically most sensible...