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Tarl: You described me as “staggering drunk,” barely able to stand, yet still managing to cock, aim, and fire a single-shot flintlock. Is that your testimony?
Sam: Yes. You were waving it around, crying.
Tarl: A flintlock requires several deliberate steps to fire. You have to pour powder, ram the ball, prime the pan, cock the hammer, and pull the trigger—all while, according to you, I could hardly walk. How exactly did a man too drunk to stand accomplish all of that in a threatening manner?