Chicks dig it.

(Nothing has the potential to sabotage your survival like losing a button.)

The rewards are worth what little trouble they bring.

For once, it didn't split and go around us.

I'm pleased with both cartridges.

We make our own hell. We create our own heaven.

I'm grateful beyond words.

It makes big holes.

I've been sick enough to sentence myself to the cabin, mostly...

That's shameful.