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“You’re handling this better than you have any right to, by the way,” he said, reaching over and taking my hand. “I wish I’d known all that before I got kidnapped.” Getting shot fucking hurts I do not recommend it. Car chases are fucking terrifying, and having people trying to kill you is worse. In reality, shooting a gun and hitting what you’re aiming at is hard, and killing a man is harder. Being a badass is expensive as hell, which is something no one ever tells you. I spent a small fortune just on the guns. It’s just funny.” I didn’t really expect him to catch the Toy Story quote, but hey, I had to try. “‘You’re mocking me, aren’t you?’” I asked. Maybe we can invent our own gun and call it the ‘thugbuster’.” I mean, I do get that it’s all online and whatever, but that’s the mental image I have.”

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Like you have a secret knock and shit, and there are tables full of guns and there’s someone that runs a business called Goons ’R’ Us. “I really do know better, I swear, but…I’ve always pictured the black market as being, like, a secret warehouse somewhere, like an actual secret marketplace. But that’s why it’s called the ‘black market’, right?” Just so you’re totally aware, having a bag full of assault rifles is, obviously, highly illegal, regardless of what country you’re in.

It’s like magic.”īy now we were on a two-lane highway that led through absolutely nowhere, the horizon flat as a ruler in every direction. Who do you call that can just get a fucking airplane? Where do you get assault rifles? This shit doesn’t just…appear in real life.

And when we land…there’s a military-grade Humvee waiting for us. And there’s an actual plane just…waiting for us. And then you’ve got a real life Terminator who shoots big ass machine guns like it’s a goddamned toy. You go on not one, not two, but three real-life car chases with people shooting at us and everything. Like, you show up with a bag full of machine guns-sorry, assault rifles.

But none of that, except for you, is true. You shoot a car in the engine and it explodes. “It’s just…none of what’s happened to me has been like I thought it would be. “What was it you were laughing about, now that we’ve got basic terminology out of the way?” What Thresh had on the cargo plane, that was a machine gun.” And AK-47s, M-16s, those kinds of things…those are assault rifles, not machine guns. Pistols have clips, assault rifles have magazines. A chopper is a motorcycle, not a helicopter. I’m a soldier, and we tend to get picky about that kind of thing. He had the good sense to laugh at himself. It should never, ever, be called a Hummer.” A Hummer is one of two things: a piece of shit civilian vehicle that shares literally no DNA with what I’m driving right now, or it’s a blowjob. “It’s not a fucking Hummer,” he snapped, “it’s a Humvee. “Magically procure guns and airplanes and military Hummers-” I buckled myself in and laughed as a thought occurred to me. Harris turned the engine over, and it made a rattling bass diesel growl. No, this was the military Hummer, huge, wide, tan, with a sloping rear roof and a brutally spartan interior. There was a Hummer waiting for us, but it wasn’t the civilian version, the watered down derivative. As soon as we landed-once again on a too-short landing strip in the middle of nowhere, Harris effortlessly bringing the big aircraft down with a single gentle bump and bark of the tires-Thresh, now clothed in a tight T-shirt and canvas boat shoes, jumped onto a waiting Harley and roared off without even waving at me. After Brazil, Florida seemed relatively temperate.