Chon' ole buddy, I got some little surprise for 'em if they come 'round me. It's initials are H.G. and it kinda looks like a dark metal pineapple -- and there's more where the first one comes from. More'n that, I got enough firepower to deal with 'most any mug that comes against me: ever see what a 180-grain softpoint .30-06 bullet does to a body? Or a double barrel load of #4 buckshot? Or a 325-grain hollowpoint .357 round? Or even a corn knife (looks kinda like this if you've never seen one)? As for not having any of these right handy when the baddies come, well, if you know how you're never disarmed until you're dead.

So, you think you're good, huh? Using a rifle I can nail a guy at 325 meters with one shot and I know this 'cause I've done it -- can you? I've used every weapon from a garotte to a four-deuce mortar, and I've taught hand-to-hand killin'.

Buddy, it ain't YOU takin' ME on as a junior partener -- it's whether or not YOU'RE good enough to work with ME. (And yeah, I know the Windy City; Chimp, I was BORN in Illinois.)