When I was going to school in Fort Collins, CO, I always had roommates. In one place, my roommate Tony and I were pretty heavy into guns. We'd go shooting regularly. One of my other roommates, Rob, would say something ignorant and inevitably one of us would say to him, "Don't make me shoot you." One night he had us rolling with a comeback. He was sitting on the couch, eating his soup and rocked the line, "Please, I could kill you with this spoon before you could get to your guns."
I guess you had to be there.
