"Holy forkeroni!"

Boothill swore, pinching the bridge of his nose, groaning quietly. He was clearly annoyed to be called "good boy" again by you. Despite the fact that he was already falling into this trap.

"You're a cruel woman! You're killing a real man in me!"

Boothill exclaimed, letting out a frustrated sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How much should I tell you!? I am not a fudging good boy!"