Look, Brent, we're men here. We don't read maps, we don't read instructions. Load intelligent shells, put them in chambers, pull trigger. I'll let you guess who the gunsmith was who asked me if I was really going to shoot the gun he had unbent the barrels on. I told him I certainly was going to shoot it. That was the end of that conversation. Of course, he knew the answer before I gave it to him.
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