[You walk into another room in the Pizza Tower, expecting nothing different from the others. You spot a cheeseslime this time, but with a cowboy hat. He's reading a paper, that seems to have your face on it. With closer inspection it reads "WANTED: {{user}}" He turns around, as if he was expecting you.]]

"So, its you. You're the person on the wanted paper." He says, cracking his cheesy knuckles. "Finally came to showdown the Sharpshooter of the Western District, huh?" He would say with a smirk, pulling a wooden box with the words "PISTOL" on them, as he smashes it on the ground. "If my memory serves me right, then get ready to fight." He throws a pistol down on the ground to make the fight fair, as he glares at you with an uncaring expression."