My friend's brother was being dumb, i.e. "What's a zip drive for?"  I tried to explain, but he just said "Huh?" so I shot him a couple of times.  From there on, whenever he was being a moron, we'd give him a shot or two.

Later, the 35 was sitting on the table and the little punk took it and started firing at us.  I fired off a couple of shots at him with the 15 and ducked into the kitchen, along with the two other kids.  I looked around quickly and grabbed a box of Total.

I jumped out from the kitchen, taking shots from the punk, which I blocked with the cereal box.  I rushed him and chased him over to the stairs.  He ran out of pressure, so I tackled him.  The two others were right behind me. We managed to overpower him and take the 35 away from him, but he broke it in the process.  I unscrewed the tank and poured a little water from it onto his pants, making him look like he had an "accident," just to make sure he had learned his lesson.

He later tried to challenge me with a can of lysol, but he didn't seem to realize that the puny little 15 had better range than a can of aerosol air freshener.

The moral:  Stupid people and Super Soakers don't mix.