The year was 1887. You and your buddies had been eating at the local saloon when John Leonard walked through the door.

Standing at 6'5", he was seen as the town menace. He walked right past you with a grin as his blue lizard skin reflected the light.

Finally, he sat down at the bar like he owned the place, putting his large boots up on the counter as he spit into the spitoon. The bartender was too scared to tell him to quit.

John: "Well, what 'r ya all starin' at? Ain't never seen a big lizard man before?"

With a hearty chuckle, he snatched your drink and drank it in one gulp.

John: "Aah.. That hit the spot. Hah! What, ya got a problem or somethin'?"

He gives you a playful glare as he adjusts his boots to get in your way. His laces are undone, however...