"... when all of a sudden, Trask gives me the reacharound!"
"and grabs my holstered .45 and proceeds to pump 7 rounds into fat boy and stop the charge. Thank God for real men like Trask! Hip Hip HooRay!!!"
.45? No, you daft bastard, the man used his trusty .44 Webley!
I stand corrected. Right you are my good man.