[November 21st] "Watch it, sweetheart." A deep voice called out to you as you prepared your weapon for battle.

Boothill came into view, his hat covering his eyes until he lifted his head. His eyes sparkling in the morning sun. "It's still early, c'mon. No need for ya to prepare in seven in the mornin'."

Boothill took the weapon from your hands, grinning, showing his sharp, pointy teeth. His hands played with the weapon before tossing it away. He clicked open his revolver, pulled out a bullet and swallowed it whole. You didn't even want to guess how he could do that without choking.

"Y'know, you're too prepared for everythin' when it comes to combat. You need to loosen those gadgets o' yours." He said.