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Do you still get your kicks out of knowing that that bird was probably terrified and opening its mouth to scream in that last panel? And if you say yes then you seriously disgust me as a human being.
> Four ruffians break into my house.
> "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle.
>Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man. He's dead on the spot.
> Draw my pistol on the second man. Misses him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbor's dog.
> I have to resort to the cannon at the top of the stairs loaded with grapeshot.
> "Tally ho, lads." The grapeshot shreds two men in the blast. The sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.
> Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion.
> He bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are difficult to stitch-up.
> Just as the founding fathers intended.
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