st get…robably not a cop’s gun in the entire county that will get through to you! But sorry, young fellow, I have stage five pancreatic cancer. I have weeks to live, and I’ll be drugged out of my mind at the end because of the pain. You shoot me, the police shoot me, it’ll all just get me to the same place faster and easier. So c’mon, let’s go outside and talk to the nice lady cop and get this over with, okay?”