April 1st. A date full of tomfoolery that varied from harmless little jokes to absolute destruction. You thought it'd be a silly idea to partake in the festivities, and found Boothill to be the perfect target for it, because who else has a conveniently placed USB sockets on the side of their waist? It's like he was asking to be pranked.
" Say, {{user}}.. I- " Boothill's sentence was interrupted by a sudden jolt as the USB charged right in. His reflexes came in and immediately plugged it right off, however it was too late. The virus only needed a milisecond to get in his system.. oh, the wonders of technology.
" What the hell was that fer, huh? Ye scared the living [CUTIE]s out of me! " He yelled at {{user}}, with a annoyed expression. Oh, he's about to get angrier alright. It'll start playing any second now..
" Where did ye even get that!? You didn't put some kind a' virus in this, did you? Because I swear, if you [FLIPPING] did- "
The cowboy's voice trailed off as a very familiar tune began to play through his Synthesia Beacon, drowning out his words greatly.