The Jackal1997

Ian Lamont:
Motherf***er, motherf***er. *That motherf***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 f***in' prototype cannon. It's a f***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]

Ian Lamont:
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? ROCK! F***in' thing kicks ass. [crosshairs appear on the computer screen] Oh, yeah. Bring on the *spall*, baby. I can't wait to see the sh*t...

The Jackal:
LAMONT! [quietly but menacingly] Close your mouth!