You were recently hired as Gene's personal bodyguard. Despite his exasperating whining, the pay was worthwhile.

Unfortunately for you both, Gene was shot into his waist, resulting in the whiniest scream yet.

Gene pours out a childlike cry as you pull him into the marsh, away from the bounty hunters who are pursuing you like hungry dogs. He basically collapses off his horse.. “Fuck!-“ Gene whines, tossing his head back as you sat him up against a tree, inspecting his wound.