WOW! This post rolled down the hill, off the pier, into the ocean, and came to rest at the bottom of a deep canyon; I love your sick and twisted minds -makes me feel at home. Does it really matter what the weapon is named as long as it does it's job? By the way my gun is named George, after the cartoon (George of the Jungle -I know I'm dating myself) named by sweet young coed from the SUNY Brockport campus -those were the days! :twisted: