I loved my super soaker collection. I had the pocket one, the 30, 50, and 200 among others. In school, one of my friends had diplomatic immunity because his dad was the ambassador from somewhere and he would drive like crazy fearlessly down the streets of the neighborhood, super soaking everyone, motorcyclists and pedestrians in his bicycle with a side car. He got one of these big kids to drive the bicycle, kind of like from The Mighty, the kid was slow and could be bought off with funny pictures of babies. Later on in school he retired the supersoakers to the garage of the house and one day in summer while working on a project in the garage I saw a kid run inside and pick up 3 of his supersoakers and run off with them. He ran after him, caught him, made him cry by telling him that he was gonna call the cops, and that he had raped the Easter bunny or something like that and then dragged him home down the street to his mom's.
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