Willard is gifting a friend of ours an AR kit so he can put one together himself.
The upper came fully assembled from the factory.
It is now taken apart to full field strip standards, including taking the extractor off the bolt.
Where the evil comes in:
I ask, "we going to tell him about the handguard removal tool?"
Willard replies by shaking his head 'no' and smiling smugly.
We're going to show mercy in the form of letting our friend put it together here, where my tools are and where he can ask for assistance.
My portion of the evil is deciding that he's got to ask for the help.
I am going to Hell. But if I was going to Heaven I'd lose my chance to kick Robert Strange MacNamara right in the nuts. I understand there will be a line, but I'll have eternity. Heck my plans for Bob might even land me a job!
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