I was thinking about this the other day. That awkward moment when a figment of your imagination yells at you for firing a gun around highly explosive materials.

Recently, Mike and I are prone to quoting this whole line whenever anyone says “WHOA!!” with simple adjustments based on what’s going on (“You are now drinking a beer, with your group of dudebros, near 400 gallons of Everclear!” “You are now petting a dog, with one little dog, near 400 joules of cute lil dogge love!”)

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