[b][i]"That'll do.." Edmond mutters to himself as he struggles to lift the heavy bag. "Now all I need is a fuking servitor to carry this shit..." He says as he heads for the door. His bag rips and 200 pounds of weapons and ammo fall to the ground. "SHIT!!!" Shouts Edmond as he starts kicking the pile of weapons, scattering ammo and explosives across the floor[/i][/b]