Snippet #8974

I awoke on the floor of my pantry with bits of smashed sweets stuck to my overcoat. I groggily sat up with the aftereffects of the plasmid still affecting me, much like a hangover. As I shook myself, bits of snow fell from my skin and clothes, probably an overload from the plasmid. I got to my feet and picked up my pistol and a few clips of ammo. I walked out of my pantry, trying to place my gun and ammo in my pockets, only to find I didn't have any. I looked at my pants... no pockets, jacket... nope, undershirt... nope, nowhere on my person did I have a pocket. I scratched underneath my hat making it fall off. "Damn" I remarked picking it back up. I noticed the many loops inside my hat I used to pull out random lollipops for entertainment purposes. Curious, I slipped the pistol in my hand into these loops; A perfect fit. After considering this, I slotted the ammo inside the loops as well, then replaced my headwear, which was noticeably heavier then before. I set off in pursuit of the woman's directions.

I turned a corner and tipped my head forward in exasperation "of course" I muttered.

Conflict:
Two thuggish splicers, one leadhead splicer, a security camera, and an undisturbed big daddy W/O Little sister.
There is a stand to my left, and two larger stands that the splices are next too. One stand withholds a shotgun -4 Shells-, while the other has a Tommy gun -no ammo-. The big daddy is at the far edge of the room. One splicer has the electrobolt plasmid, and the "Hypnotize Big Daddy" Plasmid.

(Whoever wants to act this out, have at it. But please make it quick, I hate acting out my own enemies fight sequences.)