The .600 Nitro Express. One of the few weapons featured that I have not had the pleasure of firing. Has been known to crack wrists, dislocate shoulders, and there's a flock of unsubstantiated scuttlebutt out there on how more than one or two idjits have had the barrel sock them square in the brain-housing-group from the recoil. More than anything, it's a symbol of absolute overkill when it comes to handguns, and would therefore be the perfect lights-out-Ali as the weapon of choice for dispatching pesky splodeydopes as Misha likes to call them.
And let's not forget the trolls who frequent Steve's place.
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