The more I and my subconscious analyze the events of the past two days, the more I am totally convinced that the reptiles were, once again, trying to entrap me on a bogus firearms charge.

Hey, look, pukebags.  I am not in the gun business.  If I were, I'd get an FFL and do it for real, so stop sending your pet slobs like Pat the Rat and Mister Ed to attack me with bullshit barrages, because you are as transparent as Glad Wrap. (Shallow talent pool you have around here...)

It was a nice diversion from my terminal boredom, though, so thanks very much for helping me to stay sharp.

Trust no one.

Ever.