Our protagonist, Detective Miller, knew this feeling well. He lived his life at a 6.5. He didn't have a tragic backstory involving a lost family; he just had a moderately annoying ex-wife named Susan and a dog that only listened to him about 65% of the time.

"Maybe," Miller smirked, reaching for his holster. "But I'm a solid 6.5. And sometimes, that's more than enough to get the job done."

"Was that a move?" the henchman groaned, clutching his nose.