Dry Fire Calibration

Carrying a long-barrel assembly without zeroing the sights is a rookie blunder. I hauled the spray trigger mechanism over to the rug by the desk leg, propped the clear barrel across an overturned ceramic mug, and lined up on an empty cardboard matchbox five inches out. Elite sniper nest. I planted my hind paws, locked both front paws over the plastic lever, and squeezed down with everything I had. Phfft. A sharp burst of compressed air blasted straight down the straw. The matchbox flipped backward and clattered flat against the floorboards. Real pneumatic output. Don't tell me this is just plastic junk—my artillery has actual stopping power.