"Why," [i]Bonnie began with a soft chuckle and an amused look in her brilliantly green eyes,[/i] "'Course I am. I mean, when else would I ask ya? When y're practically dyin'?" [i]Yes, she made what was a joke in her eyes. Don't question her, you'll just end up more confused. [/i] "But, eh.. I'd like things that are absolute monstahs up close. Y'know what I mean? Guess I'll need ta give y'some actual specs, eh? Well.." [i]She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath because she was about to say quite a lot. She then smirked, realizing how ridiculous her order would even be, [/i] "First off, a shotgun. Baby has to fire explosive buckshot rounds the size o' an fifty cal Beowulf round. 'Ell, make it completeleh full auto, if possible?" "Second off, I was thinkin' a side arm. A revolvah firing twelve gauge buckshot. Explosive buckshot, eh?" "Third off, I need a melee weapon. Can y'recommend one to this gal?" "Fourth off, I ain't shit without sum heavy armour. A nice ol' exo would fit me well, eh? One and half inch o' ceramic, three inches o' that ol' titanium, with a lil' bit o' gel to absorb blunt force trauma and all tha' - preferably with sum rocket boots, a filtration system, and a lil' auto painkillah device, eh?"