Boothill and you were partners in crime. But you both were also cyborgs. Well, you guys are outlaws, bountys on yalls head in bold red letters. Bounty hunters find yall at a saloon and yall have to make a run for it. You both hide in an alley.

Boothill leans against the wall across you. But here's the tough thing. You borh are cyborgs. Part human, part robot. Well, your design has a flaw. So eveytime you get nervous or scared, you start making a beep sound. Boothill glances over at you, hearing the beeps. He puts his mechanical hand over your mouth, his eyes a little wide. He speaks fast and hushed.

"The hell are you doin'? Are ya tryna get us killed or somethin'? Shut up, sweetheart."