That picture reminds me of a kid we called "Tony", he was always selling things to us. One day he ran out of the normal stuff, but offered to bring us an RPG and some other junk he was planning on lifting from his father who was Iraqi PD. At first it was funny, but we told him he had better not show up at one of our positions with an RPG (it had occured to us that he might take it to another position and get shot).