“Whoa, what the hell?!” John spluttered as the two Powder Gangers pointed their weapons at him. “Thank you for saving us, But I am afraid if you don’t raise you hands I will be forced to move mine.” The Powder Ganger uttered as he put his finger more firmly on the trigger. “But I rescued you!” John shouted aloud. “I said on your godamm knees!” The Powder Ganger repeated. “Don’t make me repeat myself again!” John crouched down and put his hands on his head. He didn’t expect it to end like this at all. “Good, Goodnight wastelander!” The Powder Ganger then hit Johns face with the butt of his new service rifle….. John was out cold. “That’s it! Good shot Son, but next time steady your aim, don’t just spray all over the range” “Okay dad” John groaned and then steadied his aim and fired, the bullet flew from the Pistol and hit target right in the middle. “Good Job son!” John was then picked up by this dad and hugged tightly. “Thanks Dad it was nothing though” John admitted to his Dad as he blushed. “Nothing?” John’s dad put John back down on the hard Wasteland ground and pointed to the target. “You think that was nothing?” “Yes Dad I think it was” John replied back. “Trust me Son that was godamm something” Johns dad then patted him on the back. “Come on now Son, now let me show you some real game.”