Ian Lamont: [seeing the new gun that The Jackal is about to test] Mother**** mother****er... that mother****er is state of the art! Dude, I knew it was going to be big. I didn't know it was going to be the ****in' prototype cannon. It's a ****in' motrol... Damn! Some hairy looking rounds.
The Jackal: Made from depleted uranium. Go through anything. Once they get inside they just spall.
Ian Lamont: Hell yeah. They spall, yeah. They get in there and they just... [imitates spalling noise] That rocks. Look at the friggin' lens on that thing...
The Jackal: Don't touch that.
Ian Lamont: It's got like a 2000 mile zoom lens. That thing is kick ass. Dude, is this thing a prototype, or what? I bet you it cost you a shitload. That rocks. Man, you rock. Do you know what I'm saying? Rooooock! ****in' thing kicks ass. [the Jackal turns on the remote targeting computer, and brings up a visual of the target] Oh, yeah. Bring on the spall, baby. I can't wait to see the shit...
The Jackal: [annoyed] Lamont. Close your mouth.
[The Jackal locks in his pen/control stick, and tests the gun mount's movement]
Ian Lamont: Smooth action, yeah?
[The Jackal aims at the pumpkin target, and zooms in the lens, the crosshairs right on the face drawn onto the pumpkin... then he flips open the cover on the firing button]
The Jackal: Ready?
[Lamont nods and covers his ears, as the Jackal pushes the button, firing one shot, which crashes into the trees - but the pumpkin is unhit.]
Ian Lamont: YEAH! Spall! [the tree hit by the bullet topples, knocking the pumpkin off its stand] Well... it took out the target.
The Jackal: No, it's off... by at least three millimeters.
Ian Lamont: No, dude. That's precision craftsmanship. It ain't off no three millimeters.
The Jackal: So, Lamont... tell me how you sight in this thing automatically.
Ian Lamont: Uh, punch in the windage and the elevation you want and hit Enter.
The Jackal: So you just kinda guesstimate it, huh?
Ian Lamont: Basically guesstimation. [the Jackal inputs the settings, and the gun points right at Lamont] Whoa! Okay, I give up!
The Jackal: Well... I guess the automatic sighting works.
Ian Lamont: Yeah, I thought I was about to sprawl!
The Jackal: Well, Lamont, we're gonna have to speed-test it now.
Ian Lamont: Yep, speed-test.
The Jackal: So... run.
Ian Lamont: [confused] What do you mean?
The Jackal: I mean run. [icily] Now. [Lamont's expression suddenly becomes one of terror, as he runs across the muddy clearing] Run to your right!
[Lamont trips and falls in the water]
The Jackal: [to himself] Get up... [louder] Get up! [Lamont keeps running] Alright, good, stop there! Just stop there! Turn around! [Lamont turns] Hold out that pack of cigarettes! [seeing Lamont is petrified] Don't be afraid!
[Lamont fumbles in his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes]
The Jackal: Stay very still! [Lamont is shaking, part elements, part terror] Stand still!
[The Jackal looks over at Lamont, then back at his screen, aimed at the cigarette pack, as he fires another shot... which accidentally takes Lamont's right arm off in a bloody shred at the elbow. Lamont cries out in pain]
The Jackal: Told you it was off. [sees a moaning Lamont, without his left arm] Move over by the car! Quick, before you pass out! [Lamont does so, and as The Jackal prepares to fire, Lamont tries to shield himself by the car with his right arm, but it's too late. The car is hit a spray of bullets, as well as Lamont, and the car explodes]
The Jackal: Made from depleted uranium. Go through anything. Once they get inside they just spall.
Ian Lamont: Hell yeah. They spall, yeah. They get in there and they just... [imitates spalling noise] That rocks. Look at the friggin' lens on that thing...
The Jackal: Don't touch that.
Ian Lamont: It's got like a 2000 mile zoom lens. That thing is kick ass. Dude, is this thing a prototype, or what? I bet you it cost you a shitload. That rocks. Man, you rock. Do you know what I'm saying? Rooooock! ****in' thing kicks ass. [the Jackal turns on the remote targeting computer, and brings up a visual of the target] Oh, yeah. Bring on the spall, baby. I can't wait to see the shit...
The Jackal: [annoyed] Lamont. Close your mouth.
[The Jackal locks in his pen/control stick, and tests the gun mount's movement]
Ian Lamont: Smooth action, yeah?
[The Jackal aims at the pumpkin target, and zooms in the lens, the crosshairs right on the face drawn onto the pumpkin... then he flips open the cover on the firing button]
The Jackal: Ready?
[Lamont nods and covers his ears, as the Jackal pushes the button, firing one shot, which crashes into the trees - but the pumpkin is unhit.]
Ian Lamont: YEAH! Spall! [the tree hit by the bullet topples, knocking the pumpkin off its stand] Well... it took out the target.
The Jackal: No, it's off... by at least three millimeters.
Ian Lamont: No, dude. That's precision craftsmanship. It ain't off no three millimeters.
The Jackal: So, Lamont... tell me how you sight in this thing automatically.
Ian Lamont: Uh, punch in the windage and the elevation you want and hit Enter.
The Jackal: So you just kinda guesstimate it, huh?
Ian Lamont: Basically guesstimation. [the Jackal inputs the settings, and the gun points right at Lamont] Whoa! Okay, I give up!
The Jackal: Well... I guess the automatic sighting works.
Ian Lamont: Yeah, I thought I was about to sprawl!
The Jackal: Well, Lamont, we're gonna have to speed-test it now.
Ian Lamont: Yep, speed-test.
The Jackal: So... run.
Ian Lamont: [confused] What do you mean?
The Jackal: I mean run. [icily] Now. [Lamont's expression suddenly becomes one of terror, as he runs across the muddy clearing] Run to your right!
[Lamont trips and falls in the water]
The Jackal: [to himself] Get up... [louder] Get up! [Lamont keeps running] Alright, good, stop there! Just stop there! Turn around! [Lamont turns] Hold out that pack of cigarettes! [seeing Lamont is petrified] Don't be afraid!
[Lamont fumbles in his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes]
The Jackal: Stay very still! [Lamont is shaking, part elements, part terror] Stand still!
[The Jackal looks over at Lamont, then back at his screen, aimed at the cigarette pack, as he fires another shot... which accidentally takes Lamont's right arm off in a bloody shred at the elbow. Lamont cries out in pain]
The Jackal: Told you it was off. [sees a moaning Lamont, without his left arm] Move over by the car! Quick, before you pass out! [Lamont does so, and as The Jackal prepares to fire, Lamont tries to shield himself by the car with his right arm, but it's too late. The car is hit a spray of bullets, as well as Lamont, and the car explodes]
Ian Lamont : [seeing the new gun that The Jackal is about to test] Mother**** mother****er... that mother****er is state of the art! Dude, I knew it was going to be big. I didn't know it was going to be the ****in' prototype cannon. It's a ****in' motrol... Damn! Some hairy looking rounds.
The Jackal : Made from depleted uranium. Go through anything. Once they get inside they just spall.
Ian Lamont : Hell yeah. They spall, yeah. They get in there and they just... [imitates spalling noise] That rocks. Look at the friggin' lens on that thing...
The Jackal : Don't touch that.
Ian Lamont : It's got like a 2000 mile zoom lens. That thing is kick ass. Dude, is this thing a prototype, or what? I bet you it cost you a shitload. That rocks. Man, you rock. Do you know what I'm saying? Rooooock! ****in' thing kicks ass. [the Jackal turns on the remote targeting computer, and brings up a visual of the target] Oh, yeah. Bring on the spall, baby. I can't wait to see the shit...
The Jackal : [annoyed] Lamont. Close your mouth.
[The Jackal locks in his pen/control stick, and tests the gun mount's movement]
Ian Lamont : Smooth action, yeah?
[The Jackal aims at the pumpkin target, and zooms in the lens, the crosshairs right on the face drawn onto the pumpkin... then he flips open the cover on the firing button]
The Jackal : Ready?
[Lamont nods and covers his ears, as the Jackal pushes the button, firing one shot, which crashes into the trees - but the pumpkin is unhit.]
Ian Lamont : YEAH! Spall! [the tree hit by the bullet topples, knocking the pumpkin off its stand] Well... it took out the target.
The Jackal : No, it's off... by at least three millimeters.
Ian Lamont : No, dude. That's precision craftsmanship. It ain't off no three millimeters.
The Jackal : So, Lamont... tell me how you sight in this thing automatically.
Ian Lamont : Uh, punch in the windage and the elevation you want and hit Enter.
The Jackal : So you just kinda guesstimate it, huh?
Ian Lamont : Basically guesstimation. [the Jackal inputs the settings, and the gun points right at Lamont] Whoa! Okay, I give up!
The Jackal : Well... I guess the automatic sighting works.
Ian Lamont : Yeah, I thought I was about to sprawl!
The Jackal : Well, Lamont, we're gonna have to speed-test it now.
Ian Lamont : Yep, speed-test.
The Jackal : So... run.
Ian Lamont : [confused] What do you mean?
The Jackal : I mean run. [icily] Now. [Lamont's expression suddenly becomes one of terror, as he runs across the muddy clearing] Run to your right!
[Lamont trips and falls in the water]
The Jackal : [to himself] Get up... [louder] Get up! [Lamont keeps running] Alright, good, stop there! Just stop there ! Turn around! [Lamont turns] Hold out that pack of cigarettes! [seeing Lamont is petrified] Don't be afraid!
[Lamont fumbles in his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes]
The Jackal : Stay very still! [Lamont is shaking, part elements, part terror] Stand still!
[The Jackal looks over at Lamont, then back at his screen, aimed at the cigarette pack, as he fires another shot... which accidentally takes Lamont's right arm off in a bloody shred at the elbow. Lamont cries out in pain]
The Jackal : Told you it was off. [sees a moaning Lamont, without his left arm] Move over by the car! Quick, before you pass out! [Lamont does so, and as The Jackal prepares to fire, Lamont tries to shield himself by the car with his right arm, but it's too late. The car is hit a spray of bullets, as well as Lamont, and the car explodes]
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