do you want me to have a look, dog?
it's a bren gun.
that was the bren gun!
point.
your hands, now!
well, well, shake your head or something.
how do you think i am doing? he has fucking nearly chopped my arm off.
i'll be fine when; have dealt with this little shit. mick grabs the machete that was used to disable him and puts down the machine gun.