Ok, what happened to the 47's

...Slowly looks across the beer stained bar at Skuzzy while raising a .45 standard issue with hollow point rounds to the shifty eyed networker's privates. The smell of stale beer, puke, funk, and rank nasty women waifers through the air as he ponders his next thoughts.
Dear friend, I hear rumors abound about a possible change to my loving Thunderbolts... Pray tell these rumors are untrue, I can wait patiently for a reply...
