The gun guy came in, and opened up his case. Inside, a huge machine gun. Everyone took half a step back.
“Don’t worry,” he said, looking up. “It’s just an air gun.”
We shot the scene, in which I swing the damn thing all over everywhere.
“Was that really an air gun?” the wardrobe lady asked him.
“No. I just said that because you all looked so scared.”
(Granted… I was pretty scared.)