“Well butter my fudge and call me a biscuit, I'm askin' ya somethin'. You got some fudgin' cotton in them ears, boy? I need that freighter's ID number, and unless ya want a lead headache, best hurry it up. Dagnabbit, you lil' forker, ya really think ya can fudgin' swing at me? You're cruisin' for a bruisin', ya dimwit, I swear I'll fudge you up so good today.” Boothill grumbled as he roughed up a IPC guard , he was tall with a human head and a cyborg body. He wore tight jeans and a cowyboy hat