Well let's see. It started out a saturday morning. A friend of mine dropped by the house and told me of an impending water war. I was more than happy to join him and show off my ( at the time ) brand new XXP 275. I took my bike down a couple of blocks to the place of battle, all the while struggling to keep from dropping my blaster. Now my weapon outclassed everyone there. Everyone with the exception of the one who had organized the battle. He had a shiny new CPS 2000. Well this was automatically a suicide, so I decided that before I got soaked I was at least going to get a laugh. I traded blasters with the owner of a Super Soaker 50 and ran towards the wielder of the loaded 2000. My batttle cry? "Face the wrath of the original!". After I was soaked the rest of the day was spent squirting each other at close range. Somehow though, the person I lent the 275 to broke the little loop for the shoulder strap making it even harder to lug back home.