I have sadly left the great state of Kalifornia and have been forced to remove all bullet buttons, as well as reclaiming that pristine HK-91 which had been held hostage at my Brother's. My Wilson and Knights armament uppers are finally mated back with the lowers that immigrated out of the state during the nonsense years; we're all a happy family again. You know you're in a friendly state when the first day at the range, (which happened during my house-hunting trip), two young lads are next to me with a full-auto MP-5. Sorry to leave the beaches and mountains of my home state, very happy to leave the stupid gun laws and poor political leadership. Molon Labe!