Here's a not-terribly-unrealistic hypothetical:
100 or so people are at the cinema watching the latest self-indulgent Tarantino splatter-fest. A shot rings out and someone screams. Luckily, everyone in the cinema is armed, they all stand up and draw their guns. Now, you've got 100 frightened, armed people in a semi-dark room looking for someone with a gun so they can shoot him (or her).
Guess what happens.
Boru
100 or so people are at the cinema watching the latest self-indulgent Tarantino splatter-fest. A shot rings out and someone screams. Luckily, everyone in the cinema is armed, they all stand up and draw their guns. Now, you've got 100 frightened, armed people in a semi-dark room looking for someone with a gun so they can shoot him (or her).
Guess what happens.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson