Ferret pulls out his M-4 Carbine (it's to my right as I type this) and unloads a clip in him. Hmmm. that wasn't too satisfying. Instead, I call over my friend in his Humm-Vee w/ the .50 Cal on the roof and unload it into his house, his computer, his friends, and finally into his skull so that I can take out all of the personalities he has in there. Now, that felt good.
"And then I drop an incendiary grenade on what's left for grins. The Army gives me such sweet toys..."