Finkle, don't let the other Mustelids find out about your other guns, they'll call you out on it.


And a .22LR MP5? Ohhhh. Shame the freaking full auto lower receiver is a absurd $5000-$20,000 dollars.

Hah! In my defense, I was merely sampling.

Yikes. That is a pretty penny. I don't think we'll be seeing one of those any time soon.

Or the Fur Fighters, they're strapped on guns and are willing to steal them.



Yeah, thanks a lot of Congress for the cut-off date in 1986.

Strapped on guns? Surely there's a base or warehouse they can raid that has access to far nicer equipment that me dinky Walther.

Viggo Industries Warehouse, British Virgin Islands

Viggo: Sergeant, open the first crate of gun shipments.
Peacock Sergeant: *opens crate*
*Emptiness*
Viggo: What!? How!? Why!?
Peacock Sergeant: The Fur Fighters must of stolen them....
Viggo: Never mind this crate. Open the others.
*Crates are empty*
Viggo: You must be joking. Is there any firearm the Fur Fighters did NOT take?
Peacock Sergeant: Well, there's these United Defense M42 submachine guns my glorious leader.
Viggo: You mean I spent millions of dollars on surplus arms, buying from the Transnistrian Mafia to get surplus weapons, buying old stockpiles from Eastern Europe, paying off Indonesian and Malaysian military officers to give me guns that their respective governments won't miss and all I get is shoddy American-made submachine guns meant for resistance forces?
Peacock Sergeant: Y-yes General.
Viggo: *blams the peacock several times* Well, if the Fur Fighters seem to be strapped for guns, maybe I should starve them out of that and munitions. Oh what a pity, I was quite enjoying this conflict.

Viggo: Bloody hell, what a mess. Very well then, where are the new recruits? They were supposed to come in with the rifles.
2nd Peacock Sergeant: Umm...
Viggo: I don't care for this "umm" at all.
2nd Peacock Sergeant: The thing is, the Fur Fighters got to them first.
Viggo: Oh flipping heck, they're all dead!
2nd Peacock Sergeant: Actually, the Fur Fighters offered them a place at the village in their army.
Viggo: What?! How?! I pay well and have benefits... provided they survive. What do these moth-eaten rabble have that I don't?
2nd Peacock Sergeant: Umm... brotherhood?

Viggo: ...God damn it all to Hell...*blams*
3rd Peacock Sergeant: General....we also have bad news.
Viggo: Make it quick.
3rd Peacock Sergeant: We also don't have the Shrink Ray you ordered...
Viggo: ... Can this really get worse?

3rd Peacock Sergeant: Actually-
Viggo: Sergeant, I want you to think this over very carefully. I have just killed two of your fellow sergeants for brining me bad news. If you have bad news to bring me, you can safely assume what will happen. Now, what did you want to tell me?
3rd Peacock Sergeant: ... I need to leave, I have a... hot pocket that's burning.
Viggo: *BLAM* Right idea, terrible excuse.

Hah! Perfect.

Poor peacocks though.

They probably left that part out of the job description.

Apparently I'm a good shot. I've only held an instrument of destruction in my hands on a couple occasions, but my first time skeet shooting I nailed 3/5 of my targets (and of the other 12 men in my party, some of which had plenty of experience, the highest score was 4/5). I think I impressed my dad, he's not a gun person at all. The time before that my friend and I went to a range and the one shot he have me with his police shotgun, I hit an empty shell from 15yards.
The only thing I really have is a scoped medium-class Daisy target rifle (lead BBs or pellets). But when I got the scope aligned at Bass Pro (The original Bass Pro home location) the guy who used the rifle range to sight it in was downright shocked at how accurate it was at long range.
(Have I told this story before? Dejavu)

I haven't heard this tale before. I didn't know you were a shooter. And apparently you're a marksman. :D

There is something quite cool about pulling a trigger here and watching something fall over 100 yards away, as long as that something isn't (or wasn't) alive. lol