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Say, "Guns, lots of guns."
"Guns," you say, "lots of guns."
Morpheus looks at you weird and says, "What about them?"
"I want them, stupid!" you shout needlessly.
A moment later an infinite amount of gun racks holding several infinite amounts of guns zoom from nowhere and past you. Morhpeus is tragically smashed to bits by one of the gun racks but it's no great loss.
You pick up an MP5 variant and attempt to cock it with a weird karate chop movement but you only succeed in pinching your hand.
It hurts a lot.