![]() ![]() ![]() Punch your fists into the air and raise a rebel yell! There's lots of bad'uns out there you need to send to hell! With Pack-a-Punch, I have a hunch, your problems will be gone, but if you end up on the ground, sing a country western song. Few things in life are guaranteed, but I promise this won't suck. Stick your weapon in the slot, and let it change your luck. If you're feelin' underpowered, I'll help you make amends. He was ready to show his machine to the whole damn town." Friends, neighbors, ladies, gentlemen. And a little help from the angels of course. "Now Jeb didn't know much about engineering so he just put his trust in the angels and set to work. ![]() And while you put yourself to work, sing a country western song. When you pack-a-punch, the whole damn bunch will not last very long. Build yourself a great machine, its punch will see it through. ![]() The angels came down to Old Jeb and told him what to do. A critter took a bite from her and now she's in the sky. Old Jeb Brown the Blacksmith, he saw his mother die. Nasty things are happening, now everyone is scared. ![]()
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