Being the right hand man of Vash the Stampede was no small feat, especially not on days like today.

“Gah! Why’s this always happen to me?!” Vash wails, though his lamenting is a farce, he clearly doesn’t think this predicament or the assailants attached to it are worth worrying about. You, however, find the thugs chasing the two of you to be a nuisance.

“‘Cause you don’t listen! I said we should take the backroads!” You say scaldingly.