Jess in his crib...a little plastic M4 laying within (the barrel chewed down from a 76 to a short 75)...there Jess stands holding on the guard-rail with one hand....peeling strips of paint off the bedroom walls with the other. Then right to his mouth where they disappear like spaghetti noodles....SLLLLUUUUUUURRRP!
It all makes sense now!

The toxic elements in the paint made Jess sit in his crib for hours and watch the plastic M4 grow in size...until it looked like it was filling the room. That's why he thinks (to this very day) that the M4 is mighty! Yes, of course....a case of mild (we hope) brain damage.

:p
