DDR

I've probably got a 20 pound sitting somewhere around the basement, it's yours if you promise to destroy every last machine and person with the knowledge to make another.

You pay for gas, and it's a deal.

Find me a job so I can pay for gas and it's a deal. That or get me a gun, a ski mask and a nice bank to rob.

No can do on the gun, I might have a ski mask somewhere tho.

I'm sure I could bum some kind of high powered firearm off of one of the militant rednecks around here. I swear these people have shit the army isn't even authorized to use. Something tells me at least one of them has a working homemade mortar.