My ollies are still hit and miss. Most of the time they're mediocre, sometimes I totally flub it, but once in a while I get it just right and almost go orbital. Just practice, I guess.
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.