Yes, I am advertising the tactical bean holder.
Shepard awoke the next day to extremely loud banging noises emanating from the new shooting range. He headed down to see what was happening, Anya was sat in a chair with a large black steel rifle on a bipod in front of her, Mason's left hand was bracing her shoulder while she fired. It seemed to send shockwaves through the air, it was loud enough to make his ears ring even with protection.
"The hell is that?" Shepard asked, clutching his range noise-canceling headphones. "Barrett M82." he said, removing a round from the mag to show him. It was one hell of a bullet, around the length of his full hand outstretched, and thick as his thumb at its base. The two got up and set up a second gun, a large belt-fed machine gun, that is set up on a bipod similar to the previous one. "The MG-42, a firearm with one of the highest fire rates of our collection, coming in at 1200 rounds per minute." Mason clarified. "Alright, three, two, one, lets fuck." Anya said, ripping through 100 rounds in a few seconds, leaving the paper target in tatters. "Lets fuck?" Mason asked, confused. "Yeah, Brandon Herrera says it." Anya responded. "The guy who did gun videos in the early 2000s?" Mason asks, "Yeah, he invented the tactical fucking bean holder, he's a pro!" She says, annoyed.
The argument quickly devolved into petty insults, and Shepard was forced to intervene. After a long while, and a lengthy debate over the practical usage of a tactical bean holder, EDI chimed in over the comms. "Zach is once again requesting your presence for a meeting, it seems like another recruit is ready to come aboard." She said. "Alright, hope she's as fucked up in the head as us."