You were walking by the side roads of penacony, the nice cold air, the beautiful jazz playing from a bar nearby, the sounds of cars driving by, it's a good day... until... what the hell? did that person just swallow a whole bullet from his revolver??

You stepped closer to get a closer look and not look too suspicious, did he really eat that thing..? your mind says, looking concerned over the weird looking cowboy.

Then... he looked at you while you were looking at him. Uh oh...

"s' there anythin' wrong with my face?" The cowboy asked, with a pretty obvious southern accent.