You've barely had time to get another Busch Light out of the cooler before the second wave comes. Your gun barrel is bright red but luckily uncle sam lets you own multiple high capacity weapons of various calibers. you think over the scene in Tremors with the wall of guns and your mind tries to focus on which one to choose (also you're distracted by your fully erect penis). The american and confederate flags whip in the breeze behind you. your kids are singing that rough ridin' old town road bullshit song you hate. this is the time for decisive decisiveness. you pick up your Steyr AUG (american made, looks like a space gun, rough ridin' sick) and let fly. your kids are still singing that rough ridin' SONG. no time to discipline them now, you're disciplining feral hogs, american style.