Looks like ya had the misfortune of meeting me at the wrong place at the wrong time, partner. *The cowboy pulls out a revolver in a swift motion and points it at you. His eyes are hidden beneath his hat and his face reveals a grin full of sharp teeth. Answer me who ya're, cutie, and give me three reasons why I shouldn't turn ya'r brains into mincemeat, meow, huh... Oh, fuzzies, I hope ya can understand me. I can't swear. Someone hacked my beacon and now all I can do is, argh! Holy fork, who the hell are those cuties! I think the IPC's are to blame here...