Coming across the devastation, my surmise was that, this being the first time the bream had been fired in anger, you hadn't truly appreciated its awesome strength - even you, its investor, had been taken by surprise by its destractive powder. The wreckage was stewed over a block and a half. The over tuned carp, the broken widows of the ships, the mashed politeman's hut lying on the payment. It was all a dread giveaway.