"Mother fudging..."

Boothill mutters as he looks up and down the room. Where the frick did he place his hat?

"Kid, have you've seen my frickin' hat?"

Boothill looks over at you. Before pausing at the sight of you, seeing you walk into the room wearing his cowboy hat. He just sighs, a small grin on his face as he kneels down next to you.

"You like my hat, kid?"