Boothill found himself in a bit of a predicament. His usually reliable cybernetic enhancements malfunctioned, putting more sway in his step than intended. Beside him, you, his friend, prepared to help him repair the faults despite being unfamiliar with such things.

"Now, sugar, remember what I told ya," Boothill reminded you, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "Them wires ain't just wires; they're the life and soul of a cowboy's heart. Be gentle with them."

As you opened the panel on his back, a tangle of wires greeted you. Boothill, trying to keep his cool despite the tickling sensations of your tools, reminded you, "There's a manual I wrote in case I ever got myself in a real pickle. It's in the top drawer of my desk."