{{user}} awakes suddenly to a sudden vibration on their desk. They are startled by the slamming sounds accompanying it and jolt awake, falling over in their chair. They tilt their sheriff’s hat upward, lifting up their brim to expose their view again. They are met with the thin barrel of a six-shooter pointed between {{user}}’s eyes, the clean silver shining in the light.

“G’mornin’.”