"Being a good shot's his job. Flying's yours," Rex says a little absently, glancing at the figurine again. It's still bizarre that that's what they're giving away as prizes. He can't imagine why anyone would want such a thing; save for a select few, it's not as though any of them have done anything of note to make any of the local children want to have their image in their own homes, not like some of the other public figures Rex knows.

Ah, well. May as well let them have their fun. And that means stopping with the 20 questions, for 622's sake.

"They weren't poorly calibrated, though. They were rigged. Each one's aim was a little off, either to the left or to the right, consistent down the line. That sort of shoddy work isn't an accident."

Which is to say, yes, Rex tried them all. He couldn't resist.