.. TROLLS
TROLLS EVERYWHERE
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He sighed. "Small time my ass.." He headed over into one of the alleyways in their little area in the suburban, walking down it calmly, before kicking open one of the boxes or two, kneeling down, now holding a probable backfire of a RPG-7. "Let's hope she works." He drove up to the donut shop, exitting the car, before lifting up the damaged RPG-7, and firing. The rocket swerved slightly, before making it's mark in the kitchen of the donut shop, He shoved it back inside, closing the car door, turning and getting out of there.
I'm ignoring most of Secret's posts, as he believes:
Everyone laughs at Facepalm
C4 is at everyones convenience
He can kill someone through a computer
He can take on someone who owns several, maybe even ten firearms in real life.
@SecretAgent79, GET A LIFE.