*oof* Friggin bumps. I dunno Ahz, its not like theres some nutjob who we could just kill and end this *oof* whole thing. Mike sits up in the turret. His swords on his back, jackhammer at his side, and wearing the goggles and mask from the SWAT suit. Ahz, see if there's any jerky in there. If so, give me a piece.