"My little boy, he has anger problems," said Obliviun from beneath the brim of his unusually large cowboy hat. "The wife and I sometimes don't know what that little dickens is going to do or say from moment to moment, so neither of us is without at least one 9mm piece when we are all home together. I keep a loaded Sig-Sauer in my bedside table, a Glock under my pillow and a Colt .357 in my right hand when I sleep, just in case the scamp shows up in our room at night."