So I guess I'd become what they wanted me to be, a LEGO. Some rent-a-fig with a blaster who puts holes in other bad guys. Well that's what they had paid for, so in the end that's what they got. Say what you want about Bricksburgians but we understand capitalism. You buy yourself a product and you get what you pay for, and these chumps had paid for some angry collectible without the sensibilities to know right from wrong. Here I was about to execute this poor mini like some polybag angel of brick seperation and I realized they were correct, I wouldn't know right from wrong if one of them was building MOCs and the other was selling me Lepin...