If I had a HAM’R I’d HAM’R in the morning, I’d HAM’R in the evening. All over this land. Stop, it’s HAM’R time! Or is it “HAM’R” as in a gun for turning hogs into hams? The ham-er? See what I/they did there? Not to hammer the point home. Or ham-er it. Or HAM’R it. I repeat, this is not a drill! (it’s a HAM’R)
Back on Earth, Wilson Combat takes their new .458 HAM’R and breaks some stuff with it. Jugs of water, various gourds, pig heads, cinder blocks. The usual. All caught in glorious slow motion:
