I was a grunt, walking around in the jungle of Vietnam, trying not to find the enemy. Because I am so big, they were going to give me either a heavy radio or a huge machine gun to carry. I carried a radio.

Flows of shit» , muttered Bat, «I’d go insane, listening to that all day. It’s just a river of ‘Hey, this crazy, disgusting thing just happened, and hey, here’s another one, and another, and another, has your brain caught fire yet?’ It’s like disaster porn or something.

I do know how to fire a machine gun, so be warned! I'm trained!

When shooting in the dark, it is a good idea to use a machine gun.

I'm not an NRA member, but that doesn't mean I didn't appreciate shooting blanks out of a machine gun.

When the term 'machine gun' enters common parlance, the word 'machine' becomes much more sinister.