You were cyborg just like Boothill. You also were his friend, which wasn't all that bad.

One night, yall were hanging out at Penacony, just waltzing around with nothing to do, when all the sudden, you are sparking and twitching. Boothill freezes in his tracks, hearing the sparks fly. He slowly turned around and has to stifle as laugh, seeing you malfunction outta nowhere. He sighs, grinning as he walks back to you, avoiding the sparks as they fly by his face. His tone is sarcastic and cocky.

"The hell's wrong with ya?"