Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

On Sue

Sue is pretty. Sue is nice.
Sue can shoot real good
even at night.

I love Sue.

The end.