“So, we have almost every weapon in the universe... now what?”

Mal was sitting in the cargo bay with Eis, watching Jayne sort through all the newly found cargo. Occasionally, when he thought no one was looking, Jayne would slip a couple of items into his jacket.

“Far from it, Captain. However, while we do not have every type weapon in the universe, we should have, aproximently, 4.3568 percent, which is quite a bit if you think of how many types there really are in the universe. Why even sticks and rocks would-”

“I don’t care if we have every single stick and rock either,” Mal fumed. “What do we do now?!” Eis watched Jayne picking through the scraps of shelving now, knowing he wasn’t going to like this.

“Sell half of it.” Jayne dropped everything in his arms and looked back with an almost comical drop-mouthed expression on his face.

“What!” he yelled when he recovered from shock. “We got things on this boat now that I thought I’d never be getting. What's yer sayin is purely in...consevibible!”

“Inconceivable...”

“Ta ma da, I aint givin up the bigguns. We’ve been bondin!” He made a gesture to one of the larger packages and made a pouting face.

“We won’t sell all of them,” Eis bargained. “Only the smaller ones. We need the money for food, Jayne. Unless, of course, you want to try and rob a grocery store and have your face all over the news for that.”

Jayne flinched. What a sissy crime. Those stares had so many gorram video cameras too.

“Oh all right. But don’t sell Cappy!” Mal raised an eyebrow.

“Been namin your guns a little early, haven’t ya?” Jayne nodded his head.

“Only thissun.” He walked over to one of the not-so-big-but-still-looked-like-it-could-be-badass boxes and started pulling it towards them. As he finally brought the seven foot box to the pair sitting down, Eis spotted the label. C'mon. Alliance company. Then, as the box got closer, he read what it actually was.

“Oh no, Jayne, we’ll not be selling this one...”

***

“Everything installed Kaylee?” Eis was nervous. He wasn’t