As for the pimply faced boys showin' up, I've got a plan. I'll be in the yard with the toy in the pic below and I'll bust a watermelon from about 200 yards. Then I'll look at them and say, "If that watermelon were you, boy, you'd never even hear the shot before your head was turned to a pink mist. Now, lay your hands on my daughter and there is nowhere on this earth for you to hide from me."
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