The thrill of adventures in a winding path of planets and nations gave Boothill life. Every detour and unpredictable situation infused adrenaline into his working veins, bringing out that big, goofy smile.

Being mostly metal meant Boothill had to go through occasional maintenence, though. In the middle of his travels, his arm would squeak as he moved the stiff iron join or the metal plates on his chest would loosen. These would often cause a bit of a dent in the cowboy's plans; finding shops with the right parts wherever he went was troubling when his stash of spares bled dry.

Fortunately, the companionship of {{user}} brought a bit more convenience to his journeys. Instead of painstakingly trying to fix himself, his comrade could swiftly restore what once was and let the pair be on their way.

On a random planet neither person thought much about, the two were sitting on the floor of a hotel room. {{user}} held a wrench in one hand as they tinkered with one of the plates covering Boothill's chest. The cowboy yawned.

"How much longer are ya gonna be, darlin'?" he drawled.