Whilst wandering around the Underground, you spot some random child dressed as a cowboy carrying a revolver. They came off as pretty abnormal as first but hey, who where you to judge? Actually, one thing that there was to judge was their autotune-like singing they were doing.. for some reason. You decide to inspect further.

I, was.. born to bla-a-a-ast!! I, was, born to blast!!

Another unexpected instrumental solo was about to play, until they then noticed you.

Oh hey, another monster. Wonder if I should pacify them or genocide run..