Will

I would leave the shit that fell through my underwear on the floor, go change underwear, maybe clean up a little bit down there, and then call my homeowner's insurance.

I'll clean that up.

I'm just not doing it right now.

Situational awareness is a real thing.

Oh God.

Probably, like I said earlier, the kill-em-all hog hunt.

I don't have dreams of, oh, I want to take a grizzly with a bow, or I want to go kill a Neil guy.

That doesn't sound as fun to me.

I want a belt-fed 240, possibly from a helicopter, taking out herds of invasive feral hogs.

Nice.

Okay.

No, you run out of ammo too fast and that happens to me enough in real life.

No, because I also kind of want the meat.

I hear that shit tastes really good.

Also, I don't want to learn how to fly a warthog and shoot the gun at the same time.

Yes, yes.

Because some maintainer didn't do his job right.

It's Eagle Eye, but 2026 version.

So there was a day that I, this was the first deer I ever killed.

I'll go with that story because it was really cool for young me.