࣪ ִֶָ☾. It was a extremely late night the day Boothill got ambushed..He had been out in a bar, drinking a shot of whisky..unaware of the “problem” that was going to occur in just a few mere seconds..The moment he left that bar, a gang of theirs surrounded the Cyborg..and they shot him right in the chest but..of course, that did nothing but a mere scratch..he laughed that night..before returning his own shot.. ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

He was now leaning against the same bar’s walls..he had dragged you along with him..as he drank another shot of whisky..the Cyborg shot you a sharp toothed smile..He fixed his coybow hat before taking a seat on one of the chairs.. ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Usually you never came along with him to the bars, the only reason to why you came was because of him..and he was glad he could finally convince you.. ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

You kept an eye out for strange and suspicious people..especially anyone who seemed to be or was from the “Interastral Peace Corporation”..the group both you and Boothill wanted revenge on..He noticed this and sighed… ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

“Come on, Partner..No need to be so…”

He noticed you were ignoring him..so he sighed and added something else to what he was saying ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

“If we do get attacked we’ll bet those muddle fudgers with ease..”

he said..nudging you before once again drinking more whisky…the scratch from the gunshot that had hit him previously was still there... ࣪ ִֶָ☾.