I told you people not to jerk the trigger.
I’m going to make use of the prison shop to build my own fully-automatic gas-powered sawblade launcher. A production line, actually. They’ll sell better than license plates.
Wouldn’t this be a **Cat-apult? **
I’ve got just one leeetle question for all you brave buckaroos-Once this revolution is over and done with, who’s gonna be in charge? 
Speaking of weapons, I can’t believe Scylla hasn’t already gone for the recruiting power inherent in the Silver Bullet. You get more recruits with beer than pie.
What are you guys… wearing right now?
Military fatigues. Ski mask. Smoking a pipe. Riding a horse.
Man, I didn’t know Feline/Wolverine Cruise Missles could richoet. Bummer about steelerphan’s crotch; poor soul tried to put his helmet the logical place.
The humanity…
Pass me a beer. And, uh, what kind of pie?
Veb
Meet the new boss.
Same as the old boss.
Say the word, baby, and it’ll begin with an “N”, and end with “O-T-H-I-N-G”.
Wow, a free alternative to Ipecac!
“For all this talk about a armed revolution, you’re being pretty off-handed,” said Captain Hook.
…I finally get noticed by someone here, but it’s a mod who symbolically castrates me.
Time to escape. I’ll be riding the Bus…
Well, if you had kept your hands out of your pockets, you wouldn’t have lost your you-know-what when he swung the blade. 
Did I mention I only came for the pie.
Does this mean I’m going to be banned now?
Well if that’s the way you’re going to be about it, Scylla, we’ll just go off and start our own armed insurrection! And you can’t join!
We were going to call it La Resistance, but now we’re calling it No Scyllas. So there!
Will there be any pillaging? Of all the forms of plundering - looting, sacking, or pillaging, I’m most looking forward to the pillaging.
(psst… dibs on the comely lasses of virtue true. Oh yes, and the silver.
You’ve got the right sort of attitude and the right sort of name, evilhanz; you’re in! But I get first pick of the comely lasses of dubious virtue, and the precious stones.
A drop-forged codpiece, painted with highly idealistic, revolutionary ideograms representing the birth, life, and unfortunate brutal banning of our glorious, esteemed leader, Scylla, may he post forever in our hearts, minds, and codpieces.
It’s a heavy burden I bear, but I’m up to the task.
If I end up in the interrogation chair, tortured to death by the jack-booted state security apparatus, do I at least go out in a hazy Terry-Gilliam-Alternate-Happy-Ending [TM]?
P.S.: Care for a little necrophilia? 