The Bullet Farm makes guns like they make cars. They're slipshod and temperamental things that jump at the chance to backfire, to kill their master before they kill the enemy. But there's thrill in shooting a firearm. Power in the way it kicks back, recoil something that cramps your fingers til you strain the muscles enough that it doesn't hurt anymore. Cars, guns, self-scarification: these are leisure activities Nux is used to. He's always excited to encounter something new from all of the above.

In the middle of scanning over the glow-pistol again Nux is asked a question. He looks Chris in the face, a small smile spread. Counts on his fingers:

"Glock, Point-Forty-Five-- uh, that's Colt-- Beretta, Smith & Wesson, Luger... turrets!" Not so versed in assault rifles and the like, handguns are more convenient and quick.