"You know that must have been a hit from one of those fuckin Gas Bandits bands!" The big feral redneck says in agony.
"I say it's an eye for a friggin eye", You tell him, "Have you got any guns back home?".
"Of course! I'v got seven of them if you include my rusted up old WW II luger".
"Lets get over to your place, get drunk, get the guns, go find some god damned Gas Bandit friendly band to kill to even the score!".
"Hell yeah!", Feral redneck who is big agrees.