[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

The Yellow Man was a strong man. His hands were rough and leathery. He'd done this before, too many times. The Yellow Man moved his hand to my trigger, caressing the area around it lightly at first but then moving even closer until he was rubbing the tip. When we go closer to the Black Man, I was ready to burst. The Black Man sat in a chair, reading a book by the firelight. When he heard us approach and turned around, the Yellow Man put my barrel right to the Black Mans head. He finally gave my trigger a firm press, and it sent me over the edge. I shot my load all over The Black Mans face. 
 
 
 `` Colonel Mustard, in the Study, with the Revolver.''
