Oh, cool. Permission!

Rachel looks around, blinking with her near-sighted bear eyes, and reaches out to grab the first man to come close to her.

That it's Finger-In-My-Face himself, she really doesn't feel too bad about what comes next.

<Hey, Clint Eastwood. You like bowling?>

Whatever his answer is, he probably wasn't thinking she'd turn him into the ball. But his friends still go down like great pins.

<Strike!>