Get it walking the dog along the Trent when the rowers are out and their coxes all shouting. Pulling out an m-16 and lighting them all up, bullets popping through the water like the start of Saving Pvt Ryan. Some of them crawl out onto the banks. Fuck you cunts, plenty of time to reload. Eye focused back in on targets, nozzle up. He still looks a bit twitchy, thunk thunk have that, filing through each one. For a finale, grenade launcher takes out the entire boathouse system, people running out on fire
Motorways and road wars, car fully decked with missile launch controls. Mr Hesitant at the roundabout holding every cunt up? Flick panel open, select harpoon, engage, fiyah. Pull round and it’s gone right through the cunt’s window screen and head split completely in half. Mr Pulls Out On a Red Light? Select flamethrower. 50ft of fire launches and incinerates him instantly. Mrs Walks Out On a Zebra Crossing Looking Down at Her Phone? Single Exocet mini mushroom cloud evaporation. Mr Random Bike Rider Zigzagging So Outrageously I Nearly Wallop His Wheel (sorry Jenks)? WWii recommissioned Soviet-era multi-missile launch system, all 9, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, slamming down cracking open the very road itself