They're empty guys, of rifles anyway. Some cosmo puddles of course, a stamped lead seal, a plastic cap from something, some Yugoslavian schmutz and a handful of oilers.
Now the labels, I'll let you be the judge. One crate held consecutive rollover B's.
Another, consecutive G's.
A split crate of L & N, both consecutive.
A mixmaster with some F, G, a V or U, at least one T
That's from a sampling of four crates.
A title loan, cancel the kid's orthodontic work, convince your Mom she can get along a while longer without that operation, whatever it takes man 'cause it just got real.