Harrison shouts out, "[color=ed1c24]Bugs Bunny! You know, like, "what's up, doc!" I'm very funny.[/color]" He mumbles that last part to himself. "[color=ed1c24]Ah, whatever, I'm out.[/color]" He got up and went to the shooting range. He fired up his Focus, selected his rifle and put it through maintenance. He took out the lens, checked it for cracks, and placed it back inside the gun again. He fired it in both its single- and split-shot configurations. After deeming it sufficiently working, he put it back into his backpack. He summoned his spear and, without turning it on, started training with Bob, the incredibly damaged dummy. He stabbed it some and slashed it some then punched it some because why not. After showering, Harrison went to the kitchen to survey what he had to work with. Surprisingly, quite a bit. He got to work making a pork stir-fry and some rice. He found some bags of potstickers and, after some math, started preparing 36 (3 for each non-robot) of them.