Hannibal King:
Hedges, super-size me, sweetheart.
[Hedges hands him a four-barrel rifle]
Hannibal King:
This little peashooter, it's a modified version of the Army's objective individual combat weapon. Pick your poison - sun dogs, stakes, heat-seeking mini-rockets. Basically, whatever gets you hard, this puppy'll pump 'em out.
[sarcastic]
Hannibal King:
Of course, it doesn't have the range of a *sword*, but, uh...
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