... and as he wandered the lonely Sahara, bringing his own sinisterly brand of justice to that forsakenly land, he felt something stirring deeply within his heart, hardened to human emotion since that fatefully encounter with fate many years before, but, No! Never again must he feel the pain, the searing agonizingly pain, of his past! No! He must trudge onwardly into the blinding sunset, seeking injustice only in order to pound it into the cruel yet beckoningly beautiful sands of the Sahara, hoping against hope that no other man or beast should ever again suffer so and for so long and for so many who would never know of his sacrifices for them ... in the deadly dangerously Sahara dust.
(humbly) This is what your tagline means to me.
"This goes through armor . . . and it goes through the victim, through the wall, through a tree outside. "
"The bastitches! I'll drill them a new ice-hole!"