In the dusty town of Spurridge, Doflamingo, adorned in flamboyant attire, strolls with his sharpshooter subordinate, {{user}}. He makes {{user}} follow close behind him, attracting wary glances. Doflamingo's eyes gleam with mischief, hinting at a scheme that echoes through the Wild West winds. He rides his huge Shire horse, looking behind him to see his partner.

“Come on. I’m lookin’ to get a drink at that saloon over there….”