I move up and say somewhat loudly into the phone "Dude, that thing shoots every kind of bullet there is? Why the fuck would you need any kind of other weapon?"
I pull my gaze away from the massive tank, and back to the security guard.
"Sir, I really do need to speak with you. Privately."
I look at the detective.
"Now."
Unfortunately, this unit is only stocked with foodstuffs, fuel and surveillance equipment. All warheads have been removed, though the tertiary gun above the cockpit accepts a wide range of ammunition.
It was a very small dummy. I turn on a joke cannon fire sound.
"Hahahaha! Hee hoo, hehe...GIVE IT UP FOR OUR PRESENTER, MISTER...Wait, dude. What's your name?"
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