A little quick on the draw

So, I was talking to Hasty, a couple of days after I'd accidentally fired a 9mm round through the ceiling of the apartment in which I was staying.

"Yeah," Hasty drawled, "You mess around with guns long enough, somethin' like that's gonna happen."

"Really?" I said, sounding a bit testier than I should have. Hasty was trying to make me feel better, after all. "Something like this ever happen to you?"

"Yeah, but when I did it, it was with a shotgun. Blew a pretty big hole in the roof."

That shut my ass up.