"The mojo has nothing to do with it." Rory made a face at her. He paid the man running the booth and then took the BB rifle. "We'll see." He looked down the rifle and made a face. The sight was horrible, but he'd dealt with worse. He took a deep breath and started to shoot. He hit all of the stationery targets but missed three of the moving ones. He put the rifle down and made a face.
"The gun is horrible." Of course it wasn't his fault.