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>Four russians break into my house.
>"What the devil?" As I grab my anime helmet and AR15 rifle.
>Blow a .223 sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot.
>Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's .50AE and nails the neighbors dog.
>I have to resort to the M2A1 mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with .50BMG, "Tally ho lads!"
>The .50 shreds two men in the line of fire, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms.
>Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion.
>He bleeds out waiting on the VDV to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up (they weren't going to get him anyway).
>Just as the founding fathers intended.