I'm armed. I'm dangerous. I've been pacing back and forth, yelling at shadows. I have enough ammo to last a lifetime. Enough artillery to take out a city. War-paint on, ready, and full of adrenaline. I warned them all. I warned them and they didn't listen. Didn't they know who I am? Didn't they know what I can do?

I beat my chest, I cry aloud. I kick over furniture, I eye myself in the mirror. I'm jacked. I'm flexed. I'm invincible.

But as time passes I lose the rush. I start to forget what I was so worked up about. I sigh and sit. I get sleepy and start to sputter out. I'm running on fumes. The enemy hasn't come. I pass out holding my M4A1 assault rifle with the SOPMOD package, including Rail Interface System (RIS), flip-up rear sight and Trijicon ACOG 4x.

What's that?

Just the wind.

What's that?

Just the refrigerator.

Yeah, life's good when you're armed to the teeth.