After breakfast I spent an hour cleaning my revolver and trying my skill at a target. Jane shook her head, probably thinking that bullets were vain against demonic powers. But Perdita was hugely delighted with...

And so, my beloved Kermit, my dear little Hussein, at the moment America changed forever, your father was wandering an ICBM-denuded watseland, nervously monitoring his radiation level, armed only with a baseball bat, a 10mm...

Harta itu kayak pistol. Kalo kita sembarangaan ngasih pistol ke orang, tanpa dibimbing cara pemakaiannya dengan bijak, benda itu bisa merugikan pemegang dan orang di sekitarnya

A banana is not a pistol. Still, please don’t point one at me.