What, you don't like the idea of me being your knight in shining Goodwill swag?

[ mickey says with a shit-eating grin, taking a step or two ahead of ian to turn around and walk backwards facing him, smiling impishly as he tugs the axe and rifle back off his person, holding the gun out. ]

If I let you hold the AK, will it make you feel better? You ever even shoot one of these before, or was it straight to playing hookie with the helicopter for you?