Boy, am I glad I live in a small town. When a siren goes off, everybody runs outside to see what the commotion is, it happens so rarely. I don't remember ever hearing a gun shot.
Well, right now trees aren't worth jack! - lumber jack, that is. Industry is dying from its own greed and stupidity. Imagine being saved by a bug! Forests rock, man!
Maybe that's it. We should round up these punk ass wannabe men drop them off in the forest and let the trees take care of them. You round up a posse and I'll book the helicopter.