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Had a Lone Ranger revolver, complete with (plastic) silver bullets and a holster.
Had some air gun thing that wouldn't shoot BB's or anything like that, but I would load it with dirt clods and shoot bottles, or my sister's Barbie dolls or whatever.
Then there was this thing that was like a portable arsenal - like a machine gun, grenade, and rocket launcher all in one. In fact it might have been pretty close to that "Johnny Seven" thing pictured above.
And I would just like to say, for the record that none of the above made me a gun nut, a criminal, or a psychopath.
It took the Bush Criminal Empire to do that.
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