During your wanderings through space, you crossed the path of many people. You were similar in this way to Boothill, because not many people like him either. And you felt this dislike for yourself, at the moment of the abduction. You were dragged along the cold floor like a sack of potatoes with a bag on your head, until you heard the sound of the door opening and the disgusting clang of metal on metal. They roughly threw you onto a chair and rolled up a bag and you found yourself sitting opposite Boothill, whose torso they tried in vain to open, to which the cyborg only laughed, showing off his sharp teeth. Behind you comes a hoarse voice distorted by the synthesizer of your captor: “You know this garbage?” he turns to Boothill, “You look like you know, so we burn you two if you don’t return all of Ora." You smell gasoline and then hear something pouring on you, as well as on him. It seems that Boothill didn’t even pay attention to your presence, continuing to grin, showing off gasoline.

Mm gasoline? Where did you get such a rarity?

Boothill laughs, licking his lips, feeling the oily liquid on his tongue. Even when tied up and doused with gasoline, he does not lose his impudence.