What better way to take advantage of a peaceful people than by robbing them at fake gunpoint with the BB pistols they sell to a person of any age. I couldn't believe the realistic quality the first time I had one pointed at my face by a mentally handicapped child, but even the weight of it in my hands makes me want to pistol whip the first fool to flagrantly disrespect my authoritah (you older folks probably miss the South Park reference and that just makes me sad) I feel that I've been too cordial about cultural relationships. I think it's high time I prove that nobody fucks with America on the world stage or in a tightly packed aisle of a stationary store. You want to trust people? Not anymore, I'm gonna send you running for the hills in your soaked shorts. Fear me not my government, for guns don't kill people, I do (with the help of my gun of course).

Don't get me wrong, I paid for the pistol. But I thought about the irony of stealing it by robbing the place with their own merchandise.