[True to the barker's predictions, Soma's first couple shots are off the mark. He's really trying not to cheat, here, and it would be so easy to rely on Armalaic Sniper to hit the bullseye every time. But he's not a terrible shot all on his own - after those first two shots, he doesn't miss a single one. The barker's jaw slowly drops as he watches.]

Wh-where did you learn to shoot like that?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. So let's say my father taught me and leave it there, shall we?

[Definitely a lie. His father was gone before Soma was old enough to use a gun, and anyway, he wouldn't have had access to one in Japan.]

Which ones would you like, Anya? I think we qualify for one of each size? [The attendant nods, thankful internally that this strange man isn't putting down the two quarters it would take to earn him the double large prize. These are pretty decent quality animals, and he's been relying on the average carnival-goer's terrible aim to turn a profit.]