I didn't care where it came from or how Stumpy got it. We had the stuff. We wanted new guns. Although we still have our first firearms that saw us through some tough times, they only serve as side arms to our new, really big boom-sticks. Matt got a nice "Hehkkler and Koch Em-Pee five." It fitted him perfectly, because he could easily control it in his now-beefy grip. Also it had the same ammo as his Berry.
I was looking for something that would fit me just as good. It had to be smaller and easy to control. Shotguns looked too powerful for me to handle. Most rifles were huge in comparison to liddle ole' me. Then I saw it.
"What the hell is this thing?!?" I demanded, staring at this odd weapon. It looked as though a pistol, in a drunken stupor, accidentally mated with a sub-machine-gun, like the kind Matt has.
"They call that un' a 'Scorpio Machine Pistol.' rather unique I'd say. It's like Matt's H n' K, but it's the size of a pistol. A big friggen' one."
"Well gimme that one! Its perfect!"
And so we both received our new "tools."