Today's OneWord: Bullets

All right, you slick bastard. Here's how it's going to go down. I've got three bullets left in my revolver. Now, you might think I'll save the other two and just land the third right in the center of your forehead so the front of your face splits open like a watermelon. Nuh-uh. I'm going to use every single one of these sluggers on you. The first, I'll put into your knee. Second, I'll stick right in your left lung. And then, while you're inhaling and exhaling clotted blood, I'll use the last Musketeer right on your sweet spot - you'll love it.