What's your gun's worth?

What's your gun's worth? Uh, 40,000 at least. Our debt is less than 40,000. Sell them. You're out of debt. No. But how do you care about your own shit and your family? You are such a bad person. You're a bad person. You're Listen. Yes, you live your guns. I love things I have to. I would never take them over my kids if I had them. Never. I wouldn't take them over my dogs. I wouldn't take them over my girl. I wouldn't take them over anything. The fact of the matter is, I'm not selling them because I will never get them back. It doesn't matter. You'll never get your kids back either. And their life is in danger because you don't have a fully funded emergency fund. They're not being taken care of and you don't have retirement and you're being pathetic. They matter more than your guns. Your guns are cool. They matter more. The kids matter more than my guns, but it'll be hard to sell. It'll be hard. It'll be hard. Why? My kids are my life. My kids are my life. But you'll be able to get them back. If they're worth more, you can sell them. Yes, and you'll be able to get them back. And if I'm not mistaken, has he sold guns before? Has he sold guns before? Maybe, maybe two. Has he bought guns back? Yeah. There you go. You've bought guns back that you sold before. Look at her. Look, even the witch is crying. Even the witch is crying because you're literally choosing guns over her and the fucking Mark wants to give you dry paper towels. Thank you, Mark. I think we should do tissues though, instead. Thoughtful, thoughtful man. Oh, dry paper towel it is. Never mind. Thank you, Mark. There we go. We love Mark. W Mark. Different flavors. Yup. I use those. Those will hurt you. You're you're white and pasty, so we don't need that. The thing is, buddy, how the fuck She's crying rightfully so. The fact that you are choosing guns over her and the kids, selfish. You're selfish in every instance of your life.