I am a grizzled white man that kills a lot of people using a gun. I am going to fight my way through the entire movie and kill a lot of people with my gun. My gun is my sex life. Dog. Hundreds must die because Sanctity of A Man's Life. Don't Ruin The Sanctity Of A Mans Life. Otherwise I'm going to kill you, by putting bullets inside your otherwise healthy body, using my gun β a weapon which I fetishize and masturbate to; almost reaching climax every time I put another bullet into someone, finally: the Big Boss is reached and I can feel my insipid orgasm rising in my loins β it's HERE and I'm Coming. This is what you all get β a MAN'S HOME IS HIS CASTLE, and you BESIEGED it; I could have spared all these hundreds of people, but in the end it had to be this way, because I'm John Gun: I fuck my gun, I kill lots of unnamed, unimportant Others with my gun β and you root for me the whole time, because I'm Gun and they're Foreign Terror; a whole slew of Rancid, Dog Killing Individuals, UNMATCHED in Killing The Sanctity Of My Home & Castle. They whisked away my farm crop, they destroyed my grains, they FUCKED my dog and killed it β I'm practically throbbing by the time I gun down the 14th group of mooks here β and it's only a matter of time before I'm busting in my pants (ahhh, I'm WET by the 3/4 mark of this film) *pant pant pant* and I just can't help myself. I'm reloading my gun now, I'm going to fucking kill you and everyone else. Even people that weren't even there when my Sanctity was Broken. You penetrated my home β for that, everyone you love must die, all your coworkers, your boss, YOUR dog which I blessedly simply shot instead of fucking, UNLIKE YOUR GROOP OF IDIOT GOONS β which I am shooting with my erotic firearm, pleasurably β and when I finally cut the last head off this hydra, I'm going to sit back, legs trembling (Because I just came in my britches), light a cigarette, and say 'Just another day in the Land Of The Free, baby.'
