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Originally Posted by Hammock Parties

You don't seem to want to accept the fact you're dealing with an expert in guerrilla warfare, with a man who's the best, with guns, with knives, with his bare hands. A man who's been trained to ignore pain, ignore weather, to live off the land, to eat things that would make a billy goat puke! In Raytown his job was to dispose of enemy dogs. To deliver mail! Period! Win by attrition. Well, Clay was the best.

I don’t.
Stick with the ground glass meatball.
Add some steak sauce, and run home.
That way you don’t shoot your dog or yourself.
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