Ok, lets say I was down at the YMCA playing ball. I go to change and shower. While Im at my locker putting on my clothes, someone decides to rob the women next door in their locker room. Now in order to stop the man who has killed all the women and held him self up next door, I go to my locker and retrieve my Super Redhawk in .44mag. Now knowing the thickness of the concrete wall, I (keep it going)

...put that sissy Ruger back and grab my trusty old RPG-7, blast a hole into the wall, whereupon a conversation along the lines of "Well, I might or might not have another charge for this launcher, who knows. But ask yourself, punk, do you feel lucky? Do you?" ensues.

But you suddenly remember that the women had anti-gun bumper stickers on their cars, and anti-gun t-shirts.