Dalan
Supercharged
Enter the Twilight Zone. Ted is an Aussie, and not an English bear.
I could not shoot the driver for almost pancaking me. Ted had no qualms.
"Mate! That bugger nearly creamed you! If I were there, he would have paid."
I told Ted he was a third meter tall, and a third of a stone.
"No worries! I just need a proper gun!"
I showed Ted a .22 caliber pistol. Ted was insulted. Then, a Walther.
"Do I look Jerry!?
Ted sorted through the safe.
The M1 was as long as the bike. The rest rejected as Ted browsed. Finally, Ted found it.
"Bloody 'ell Mate! This one! A proper gun!"
I pointed out his choice was three times his weight.
"No worries! You can help me aim it!"
Ted settled on the .44 magnum Super Redhawk.
Ted is now issuing demands for a new perch on the bike...and a supply of Fosters.