[L.J. walks into a building and is surrounded by 12 S.T.A.R.S. members] L.J.: Shit! Maybe I was safer outside. Get them guns out of my damn face. [a S.T.A.R.S. officer hands him a shotgun] L.J.: Motherfucker, please. Look. [opens up his jacket revealing two gold guns] L.J.: My shit is custom.|