Alright, my dad was a Sargent in the green berets in vietnam. One tough s.o.b. He was a little rough at times but you really had to fall out of line. His tool of choice was a fan belt or if you really f'ed up a timing belt. Now that said, this was not necessary for this child. I mean the one time I did get it, it was for taking the windshield out of my brothers Mach 1 with a 22 rifle. Not for a game.