I suppose I kill fitty men in one fight
There I was, sleeping in my tent, went BAM! they came from all sides. I reached out and tore one of the hostiles heads off, and used his head as a primitive mace to bludgeon ten more to death. I barricaded myself in and fashioned a supergun from the parts of the eleven dead soldiers guns, capable of firing thousands of bullets a minutes. I jumped out and fired, the dirty hostiles were torn to shreds, it was a great day for the Sawyerian Revolution