Pulling the OMT Trigger

Very easily... the catch is sanded.

I pulled the trigger.

It's as if you pulled the trigger yourself.

Hand wrench!

And keep your fingers off of the trigger.

I forgot to tell him how triggerhappy you are.

One closes one's eyes, spins the cylinder points the gun at one's temple and pulls the trigger.

That's a wrench.

And it shoots when you pull the trigger.

You don't have the nerve to pull the trigger while I'm looking you in the eye.

you'd better make sure the firing pin is not rusted.

Well, the reason it's such a bad job is that there's somebody shooting at you a lot of the time.

You want to be an Indian now? they said, finger on the trigger.

All you had to do was grab hold of the gun, jab it against her heart and squeeze the trigger.

The UNFICYP Force Commander came to the site and, upon his arrival, Turkish soldiers cocked and pointed their weapons at him and other UNFICYP personnel.

Back a winner mister?

Veto Oplock

No, not lench . Wrench.

And that saying is that genetics loads the gun, but the environment pulls the trigger.

Before I forget, your gun's a little stiff. You mind if I file the action a bit?

I'll take care of it. Hand me the spanner.

I could understand it if you were a trigger happy punk, but you're not.

The only way is to dent her.

I let 'em get me.

Beautiful. Yeah.

He was a spy, in the pay of the police. But we pull edit off anyway.

Such blackmail might work for a suicide bomber. But Greece is just holding a gun to its own head and Europe does not need to care very much if it pulls the trigger.

And she realized straight away that the soldiers with their fingers shaking on the triggers were more scared than the student protesters behind her.

The only safe way would be for all of you to drag out your cannons... and bang away at the same instant like a firing squad.

Too bad they gotta get you sooner or later.

He pretended to be busy with his foot and sat poking between his toes.

What did you do?

It's very simple. You cock it. There's the trigger.

I'll get even. Just wait.

Lock screen on resume

No buttons to push, no triggers to pull, just me and the game.

Hurry up and give me a wrench.

What wrench?

P.D.I. Centered, sir. Pilot to bombardier.

Two ounces isn't much. I might make it up tomorrow.

The machine itself has 89 distinct interactions.

Competitors fight in every way they know to bring that man down.

Where's the key?

Halstuben dead ahead, sir. Pilot to bombardier. Center the P.D.I.