Tell her she's as beautiful as a thousand suns. Tell her you'd do anything for her.

"I'M THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAIN"

You look over to the psycho who just shouted at you from the other side of the levi-train station, waving his buzz-axe in the hot sun. Grimacing, you only unbuckled your holster in case he gets closer.

His eyes narrow as he sees a bandit with a gun sneaking up beside you. Screaming, he chucks his buzz-axe with all his strength, the rotating blades lodging in the bandit.