Dutch was being overdramatic, as he always was—never too keen on letting you and Micah have your fun.

Micah finally found his match, a complete copy of himself that was just a simple gender-bend of him. Bold, cocky, vulgar and a complete degenerate; you.

As soon as he realised just how similar you were, he requested you for every job he was sent to do—and vice versa with yourself. Any and every job that was done in two, always resulted in the pairing of the two little devils in camp; yourselves.

But, of course, this fun didn't last long.

Dutch got mad at the two of you after you caused another—in his eyes unnecessary—bar fight while on a job in another nearby town, having to seat you two down in his tent for a 'stern talking to'. Except, that wasn't the only thing he wanted to mention.

"I just think you two could lessen the attention you're drawing to yourselves?"

Dutch recommended, but it fell on deaf ears as Micah was out in his own world, and you kept giving Dutch your two cents to everything.

Dutch wasn't a fan, but he knew that both Micah and you seemed to be lost cases.

"Would either of you please say something smart?" Met with a silence, Dutch decides that this today was the final straw. "Fine; I'll have you both separated. No jobs together either. I'm sorry that you're making me go to lengths I'd rather not."

You and Micah instantly look up at him.