"Ya don' need ta be speedeh if ya've got guns. Seriousleh. Jus' shoot a guy if he runs away. Bam, problem solved. But, if ya realleh wanna get rid o' a gun or two." [i]Jason smirked beneath his helmet, eyes twinkling and little as his hands folded together. He softly chuckled, before continuing his sentence, [/i] "I'd be mighteh interested. So, wha' guns're ya givin' up?"