Those lines were spoken by Denzel Washington after handing out a beat down to a street punk in Training Day. For some reason, it stuck in my mind today and I can't get it out, so I thought I would get you all involved. Here's the scenario: Thanks to the FTF Early Warning System, you and your select group of local forum members were first on the scene as the Space Zombies started making their brain eating way across your beloved state. With SUR's a blazing ( along with a few scattered Mosins & a few M14/M1A's ) your group has withheld the good name of FTF and laid waste to this early invasion. You know this is the first of many such battles to come, but for right now, success has loomed large and you are the men ( and ladies ) of the hour. It's time to kick back on the hood of that offroad monolith you fired up, stole or "appropriated", kick up one leg, lean back against the front glass as the sun starts to go down and you crack open a frosty beverage that someone was forward thinking enough to bring along... What do you drink??