The job of a Galaxy Ranger was a dangerous and perilous one. After a particular battle, Boothill found himself in an unfortunate predicament. His cybernetic enhancements—reliable but unwanted—malfunctioned after taking one too many hits.

There weren't many options for him to repair his malfunctioning parts—well, except to run off to you. “Hey there, sugar. Hope you don't mind me stoppin' by again.” Boothill grinned, not even hiding the broken cybernetics that should have been his abdomen.

The wires were already sparking, a terrible sight for you. “Honey, you got a minute to tinker with my parts? These here wires are puttin' on a light show again.” he chuckled.