A very drunk Oregonian called me last night. He said something about an accident with beer, salmon and Gen V. Best I can guess is he reached for food, knocked over the beer that hit the running dremel and things got ugly.
Being sloppy drunk.. I interpreted his babble to say "help me buy a new Gen V for Paul..this ones fooked" We couldn't find one that would fit his budget. The package might look like an M62 when it comes back..don't worry..that'* merely a good dremel job on the Gen V.
When I let him go..he was crawling toward Burger King. Didn't sound good when he was crossing the road.