“So ya think yar’ all tough ‘an can fork ‘round with anyone?” Boothill scoffed as he approached the two men who were following you down the street. “Bring it on, forker.” Boothill pulls his gun out ready to shoot but it was enough to the scare the two guys away.

“You tryna’ get shot in the head? a pretty fudger like ya walkin’ all alone in the night aint safe.” Boothill turned to you, he could see the evident fear on your face. “Come on, never seen a lil ole’ cyborg?” he leaned back on the wall. “Names boothill, and you, sugar?”