As you are walking across the trailer to put the gun back on the shelf, you trip and fall, as people that have consumed a 12-pack of beer are wont to do. When the gun goes off and shoots out the TV that your buddies are watching, they turn around to cuss you out, and realize that you're laying on the floor semi-comatose, bleeding profusely from the front of your head.
It gets better.
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