"No, I've been living here. You know, in this screwed up alternate universe that I didn't sign on for." Puck shot Jack an exasperated look. "If there's stuff goin' on that I don't know about, it's 'cause of that. I'm not from here. So if, uh, 'Power Rangers' are some big thing in this place, then whatever." He didn't care. It wasn't like he wanted to be some stupid Power Ranger anyway. He'd be something way more badass. Like Batman. Or Hawkwoman. Girl. Whatever it was that her name was. Because of the mohawk? Get it? Also, she had really big knockers. Puck was a real sucker for those. "I don't really see why punks like them gotta worry about weapons anyway." Puck stopped in place, threw an arm out, and faked a punch. "A real criminal wouldn't need 'em. Throw out a few punches here and there and wham. That's it. Obviously they're just not badass enough." Though, okay, Puck had to admit that being able to use a gun and stuff would've been cool. He wouldn't have minded shooting someone. Or waving a gun at someone. Something told him he probably wouldn't have been able to manage the shooting part real well. Beating kids up was one thing - but shooting someone? Maybe if they deserved it.
"Yeah, back home." Puck nodded. "Me and a buncha guys would meet up and throw a few swings around." Admittedly it wasn't much of a thing to begin with, but whatever. Totally was a fight club. And a badass one too. "Dude, I don't have a gun. Except for these." He lifted his arms out at each side and flexed his muscles. "Look at them bad boys right here. Bang, bang, baby!"
Yup, Puck really was full of himself. He was proud of it too. "That's the only guns you've gotta worry about though. But I promise - they won't kill anyone. If I'm feeling generous." Right.