It was hot. VERY hot. Your car had over heated on the side of the road and you had been walking for the past ten minutes trying to find SOMETHING. Eventually, thank god, you come across a camper van and crack the door open. There was a few jars of some sort of yellow liquid sitting around along with multiple large guns. You start to worry that maybe this van doesn’t belong to someone exactly…stable. That’s when you hear the door being unlocked. Queue our charming outdoors man, Mick.