[Perry starts to reply to that last comment in the real world, but the drug kicks in fast enough that he's out before he can form a single word. Then-- They're in a city, ruined. Burnt-out shells of houses and the skeletal remains of skyscrapers. He looks around, taking it in. He almost goes to ask 'What happened?' when he remembers that Arthur set this up. It's his creation. Arthur built this city and then tore it down. To help Perry reach his "potential". A tiny shudder rolls down the big inmate's back.

The gun is tucked snugly into a holster on his belt. His normal self wouldn't keep it, too afraid of how fast a gun would let him shoot himself like Bill's voice tells him to, but this Perry has no suicidal urges and he just glances down at it with a mild look of disgust. He may not be suicidal, but Arthur's various creative methods down here have left him with the knowledge of how it feels to get shot. In just about every part of his body. He doesn't exactly like the idea of guns anymore.]

A shooting game. [He echoes in a hollow voice. A shooting game of dying people, a game to train him to kill in the real world. Arthur can turn nasty down here, so he doesn't bother to protest out loud, just slowly slides the heavy pistol into his hand.] Is that all we're doing down here?