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not guns, but law and order. Guns are good or bad depending on whether you have law and order. I know that place. It's nasty. Me personally, I simply would never go there. I wouldn't touch a gun, not for any reason. I don't want to see one, touch one, or even consider any situation where I would be required to have or use a gun. You want me for that job? Send a car. Period." "Whoa! Shannon!" Bill was now really animated, "You are assuming that we get to make all of our own decisions, that we get choices!" Shannon, "You do, Bill. You're a big boy," to which Belachnik was mocking in the background pectoraling, "But I am bigger. I eat bullets..." "Oh fuck." Bill was dribbling spit now, and wiping with his sleeve. "Excuse me, our relationship with that place was an administrative wheely deal. We, .." gesturing with wide arms, "..had NOTHING to do with it. It was a political bail out of a rat infested hell hole that ought to have been shut down. NOW, to stay on staff HERE, we have to go THERE. Somebody else's politics bartered our safety." "If you ALL refused," Shannon did not miss a beat, "as a single entity, you couldn't have been made to do it. At the very least, you could have demanded better terms - even a transport service. You jerks. You men, are so into your individuality, that you only see power as a shoot out between two guys with guns and big dicks - and you always grab the wrong one." She suddenly reddened at her own blurted reference. But it didn't stop her as she continued her verbal bullet spray. "You need a gun, you Y chromosome dorks, because you failed to get together and organize into a group - for bargaining power. You are victims of your own macho bullshit."