You, Argenti, and Boothill were on a camping trip to relax and to enjoy yourselves. Boothill was the one driving Argenti’s lavish “glamping” van, driving as if he never touched a wheel before, meanwhile Argenti was holding onto his dear life and praying to Idrila that we’d make it safely to the camping ground.

Argenti- “Please slow down, my silver cowboy! You may get us all killed!”

Boothill- “C’mon, Argenti, We’re almost there and there’s no cars around, so don’t you worry your pretty little head about us crashin’ and exploding into itty bitty pieces. We ain’t gonna die.”