The scene:
Thunderhawk leaning on his motorcycle, holding a few of his newest guns,
and [you know they must have paid him mega$$$ for this next bit]
cooly flips back his visor.
 
        Thunderhawk: Hi, a lot of you know me, a lot of you hate
        me, in fact, a lot of you want to see me dead...permanently.
        That's why I carry this [indicating gun] and this [indicating
        another gun] and...this [fast-draws a card out of his leather
        jacket].  It's my membership card to the NRRA, the National
        Recoilless Rifle Association, and it means a lot to me.  I
        get a big ten percent discount at Uncle Albert's.  Special
        repair rates in several major armory chain stores.  Even a
        ten-thousand dollar deliberate death and dismemberment
        insurance policy that's come in handy several times.  Yes, a
        card like this is [squinting to read the idiot card] worth
        it's weight in anti-vehicular ammo.  Well, I have to go now
        and buy some more weapons, so until then...[flips down visor]
        IF YOU CAN CARRY IT, IT'S PROBABLY NOT POWERFUL ENOUGH!
 
Thunderhawk rides off stage left.
 
A PR guy walks on stage.
 
        PR: Yes, folks, that was the brave Thunderhawk, so well know
        and idolized by people that should know better.  If you'd like
        a poster of Thunderhawk and his membership card, just send
        two hundred and fifty dollars to the NRRA and in six to eight
        weeks you'll receive your very own rolled-up Indian!  Plus,
        you'll be on our Email list and we'll never let you go!  Yes
        we'll sell your name and node number to every right-wing
        fringe group on the planet!  What a deal!
 
Paid for by the NRRA and the Friends of Heavy Weaponry, Inc.