You non-Dutch speakers probably don't know what a broodje is. Well, "brood" means bread and "-je" means little, so broodje applies to all the little bready things that Dutch eat for lunch. Yes, technically this is a croissant, but it's also a broodje.
Note the hangers of Schiphol in the background. The first shot made it probably 10 meters down the little canal (grachtje?). Not too impressive.
This brings back memories of his days in the French Foreign Legion. Note his comfort with firearms and the Uzi-toting stance. By this point we were out of broodjes and had switched to hard boiled eggs. Results were inconclusive; the power depends heavily on how well the individual egg fits in the barrel. Omar's shot went clear over the canal and landed in the parking lot of the hanger, but that was the best we did with eggs.
John was kind enough to provide a handful of golfballs. They fit very well when wrapped in a sheet or two of paper towels. John's shot cleared the entire hanger with room to spare!
By this point we had a bag of potatos (or as Dan Quayle would say, potatoes). Despite the best efforts, Mathieu failed to bring down any birds.
On a cold Amsterdam night, the LBA shattered into quite a few pieces. Here the shrapnel is assembled on a table for inspection. Luckily nobody was injured. Note the water balloon cannon in the background. Rembrandtplein had no warning for what came next.