I penned this short story as a middle finger to any moron who believes 'guns don't kill people; people do' (that includes you, Mr President). Guns are lethal weapons and there are far too many liabilities in this world to be dishing out lethal weapons willy-nilly, be it the antics of a curious child, a deluded lunatic or a simple moment of rage. The idea for this story was inspired by the single line 'That's not the way God wanted it' from Stephen King's short story Premium Harmony, so thanks to Mr King.