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I know when I was 5 my great grandfather who was a carpenter had made a automatic wood rubber band gun. He gave it to me with three stipulations attached for me to have it.
1. I must not ever shoot him.
2. I must be careful when loading it or it could put my eye out.
3. I must shoot grandma in the butt after dinner.
Only consequence was that I was not old enough to realise stipulation 3 would result in grandma taking away my cool new toy.
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