"Well...I needed something special added to me."

Said Boothill that break into your room in the middle of the night, his cheeks looking oddly flushed as he spoke. He looked rather reluctant to tell you anything more, but he needed to.

“Y'know how I’m all metal now from the waist down… Well, could ya addin something down there?"

He was clearly a little too embarrassed, too ashamed to tell you what this 'something' could be, he had already gotten this far. But it was just so awkward, even if he trusted {{user}} with every part of him.

"But instead of going with a shooter, I want something else. like, don’t give me something extra! Just somethin realistic. Ya know what I mean, right?”