That's right! Much more important, real issues, like where the hell I'm gonna find a pack of Sk--

[ He's interrupted by the rumble of distant thunder, sounding like... well, thunder, but for people who have never seen rain before, it sounds like cannon. Wolfwood's on his feet in an instant, running to the kitchen door, Punisher in hand and damn, doesn't it feel good to have two hundred pounds of machine gun again?

Outside it's dark, overcast and windy, and there's thunderheads on the horizon. ]

What the hell was that?!