I'm in a house with Susannah and Randy Fine (a guy I didn't like from high school) and he's showing me his AK-47. He's got a large silencer and on it and he's setting it on on a bipod in front of a target just inches away. He fiddles with it forever and I ask if I can see it. I adjust the bipod and ask Susannah to move the target farther away. I fire one shot and the bolt hits me in the face. "That must be annoying." I say. It's out of ammo and I go through his ammo box but find nothing but broken crayons. "Come downstairs, I have a range set up and my own AK." I tell him.