Well, my guns* ain't rusted a bit since I started using this. But to be fair, they are well oiled. And kept in socks. Not regular socks, but those silicon impregnated deals that also help prevent corrosifying of ferrous metals. That means they have iron in them. Fe. The stuff that kills stars (no, really - once a star starts producing Iron, it can die in seconds...look it up. I thought something as big as a star would take years to die because of the production of iron, but I just heard Mike Rowe talkin' about it on some universe show...and apparently it only takes seconds). Makes ya wonder how come there is so much of it around...



*now if your from the Gubment, this in no way means that I posses any type of firearm. I may call my steel pipe collection inside that there safe 'guns'. (Adjusts tin foil hat). Imma gonna hafta see some kinda warrant to open my alleged safe, which by the way, is nice and dry thanks to this here can o' dryness.



Hint - I magic markered the baking instructions on the can for when it comes to drying them pellets out again. I just have to do that when the family ain't home. First of all, the ol' lady don't like her oven being used for non food type extra curriculars...don't get me started on the powder coating fiasco of 2014. Secondly, my kid ain't so smart on account of that old Buick we left him sittin in with the car runnin in the garage. Yup, plum forgot to open the door. My wife's sister can flap her gums for hours. We didn't forget him as much as we were trapped hearing about how Aunt Judy was trying to finagle her out of her part of Uncle Lesters will. (Uncle Lester is gonna live forever, so the joke is on her). Well, the kid ain't been the same since, and he's liable to go stuffin them pellets down his gullet thinkin' they're candy bits. I can't trust him around fishin' tackle no more either, that's for sure.