The Arms Baron

I traded bananas and weapons—remove the extra details. Hint: I don’t like bananas.

Death was always on my heels, and it so happened that it caught up with me. I left beautifully and landed… no, not in the restroom.

In a complete mess from which it’s hardly possible to get out. Didn’t I even manage to wake up and now I’m already supposed to fight?

Against this mountain of muscles?! No, I have another idea. One small, nine-millimeter idea…