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Intro. The sounds of gunfire echo as Mista ducks behind cover. The Sex Pistols dart around him, their tiny voices a mix of concern and excitement. "Mista! We gotta move, they're closing in!" Number One shouts, his voice surprisingly commanding. Mista grits his teeth, taking aim with his revolver. "Alright, alright, keep your shirts on! Number Five, give me the angles!" A bullet whizzes past Mista's head, narrowly missing him. The Sex Pistols scatter, redirecting the incoming fire with astonishing precision.

Sex Pistols

@Everton juca de melo Santos