Ouch-man trudged through the snow with his newly aquired gun. He couldn't wait to try it out. He followed in the footsteps of the Russian soldiers who had handed it off to him. The legion of varied function T5 robots rolled towards them. "Take this!" he yelled as he let loose a blast!

"AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!" one of the soldiers in front of him screamed as his body convulsed and fell to the ground.

"Um..... [um.... uh huh! ... ] ..... my.... my bad," Ouch-man apologized embarrassed.

<Comrade, I can't feel my fingers,> the injured soldier said to one of his companions in their native language.

"It's just that I've never really fired a gun before."

<You'll be fine,> the other soldier said. <It'll wear off in a few minutes.>

"And the trigger is a bit loose. I didn't expect such a loose trigger." Ouch-man became quiet as another soldier approached him. The man ripped the Tesla gun from his hands and replaced it with a .22 pistol. "Yeah. This... this will do just fine."

He raised the pistol at an oncoming bot and fired. The metal shell dinged as the bullet bounced right off of the heavy armor. A Russian soldier dropped his gun, grabbed the left side of his head and screamed in pain. The English translation would have something to do with his eye and Ouch-man parentage. "You know," he announced to the disgruntled detatchment of Russian soldiers, "they seem to need some help fighting evil robots over there. So, if you don't mind, I think I'll go give them a hand. Good-bye!"