Not unless that huge rotting bear thing that tried to eat my face is still somewhere I can find it, no.

[Which he doubts, and also it smelled bad enough while it was alive. Who knows what a few weeks would've done to it.]

People keep suggesting I learn to use like, a sword or something and give up on the bullets, but can you even imagine me with a sword?

[He says it with a small, self-deprecating grin.]