How about "A .22 is tool I never thought I would need. You need to get over yourself."
I think you've proved my point, doctor.
I'm not urban anymore. Family matters made that required. Even if it kills me.
So I'm suburban. And raising pigs and shooting guns is unlawful. And I'm very careful never to get caught doing those things.
But I am very practical about not allowing problems to continue. Or putting meat on the table.
And before the tragic boating accident I had plenty of .22s of every decription, on the theory that a butter knife can get you a steak knife can get you whatever you need.
/johnny
Nothing you posted made any sense. Sober up and try again tomorrow. I am rural. You sound like an urban commando at a keyboard.