My next four shots did the same as I tried to get the sights on target with very limited luck. My fifth shot hit the board as well as the next five sh...ts. Adjusting the settings I discovered the rifle had a burst feature firing ten round bursts with zero recoil making subsequent shots very accurate. Moving the selector again put the rifle on full automatic fire, putting the rifle to my shoulder and pulling the trigger had the magazine empty in a matter of seconds and again no recoil. The barrel. Thanks for the heads-up, Nat, but I can't really see why it would be a problem. I've got to go now. Bye." I clicked off and checked my neighbors--nary a glance my way. Now, *that's* the way to talk on a cell phone.Doug Chilton is Engleton's resident Casanova. Considering that he's gone through more than half of the student populace during his three years here (not to mention a fair number of Dartmouth students and locals), it's amazing that he hasn't been strung up by his thumbs yet. Somewhat. “Was that supposed to be a parrot?” Linda scowled at the police officer leaning with his back against the counter. “No-one’s making pirate noises. Anyone heard anyone making any pirate noises?” “No, Captain.” “I thought he was a sergeant?” “I am,” said the sergeant. “So why did he just call you ‘Captain’?” “It’s something of an honorary rank.” Linda shook her head. These coppers were a very weird bunch. “Well, I suppose the sun’s over the yard arm. Better take the prisoner below decks.” . It was a pretty cozy dorm, small but not suffocating. A single bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves where all that accented the space. There was something about it though...this inviting feeling, a vibe I couldn't quite describe. I immediately felt comfortable when I first stepped into the room.Trying to push my anxious thoughts out of my mind, I grabbed my bag of toiletries, took off my shirt & headed to the bathrooms. Technically we weren't supposed to walk around campus in such an "indecent".