>Kirk Johnson puts on his suit and tie, grabs his breifcase, goes to the airport
>goes through security with the TSA agents who instantly know his security credentials and "threaten" him jokingly with a cavity search, all laugh and he proceeds to wait for his plane
>finally lands at his destination, a limo with some familiar ATF agents and a "KIRK JOHNSON" sign greet him
>at the headquarters there is the usual coffee drinking, idle friendly banter and chit chat
>let's get down to business
>"We need some new firearm definitions, Kirk, of course you knew that, that's why you are here"
>Mr. Johnson takes of his pants and underwear, bends over, and proceeds to goatse as an experienced agent puts on a massive latex arm length glove on with lots of lube
>the agent maneauvers his arm all the way up to his shoulder and grabs something
And this is how ATF definitions are made