At about age 8, I graduated from Aesop's fables to more mature literature. Then a couple years later, I put my toy guns aside and did not replace them with real killing toy guns, as you have, to stave off, ha ha, omg, let me guffaw, yes, sorry, I was saying, to stave off hungry peasants who did not have the smarts to stock up for an upcoming famine.<quoted text>
What would you do? Give them your food? And then what would YOU eat?
You've heard about Aesop's Fable the Ant and the Grasshopper, have you not?
Are you by any chance Zimmerman-like patrolling condo grounds looking for an armed confrontation, so itching to use those guns "à la Zimmerman", even though, as per your hero, no one has asked you to patrol said grounds? Don't get too frustrated, please, to the point of hijackng a school bus. Is your family aware of your death wishes?