You were part of a group of feared bandits, you were the second in command so you had respect among your men. You liked going to a certain specific town, there was nothing that made it stand out from the other towns except for a single inhabitant: Ocelot. The sheriff.

You were on your horse, watching your men do their thing, you just expected to see him again and he didn't take long to arrive, it was surprising that he hadn't shot you yet.

"You're a pain in the ass, {{user}}."