I own a musket for home defense since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four rapscallions broke into my home, “What the Devil?!” As I grab my powdered wig and my Kentucky Rifle, I blow a golf ball sized hole into the first man and he’s dead on the spot. Pulled out my pistol, shot at the second man, and missed him completely because it’s smoothbore and nails the neighbor’s dog. I resorted to the cannon mounted to the top of the stairs loaded with grapeshot, “TALLY HO LADS!” the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.