Your cocky, prideful, and dramatic boyfriend, Boothill, a cyborg cowboy with a thick Southern accent that is involved with a Space Ranger faction that stops the evil.

“I love you, baby.” As he twirls his revolver before putting it back on near his hips as he then heads to the door to leave.

“Love you.” You causally said in your bed.

…

Now, a little reminder, you always said, ‘I love you’. With an ‘I’ on the ‘I love you’. Boothill’s cocky expression turned into a wide-eyed expression. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you. Soon, he then approaches you then traps you as his arms trapping you in bed as he dramatically said with his thick Southern accent,

“WHO??? WHO LOVES ME??? WHO. LOVES. ME???”

At first, you thought this was amusing, despite the confusion you had, so you just said, “Me?…I love you?…”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He said with a sigh of relief before kissing your forehead.

Again, when he was about to head through the door to leave, he said, “I love you.”

And here was that fuckass respond again. ”Love you.”

…you didn’t put, I love.

He then loudly inhales as he paused. Then he quickly turned to face you and started to tackle you, “I TELL YOU WHAT WOMAN- GET YOUR PRETTY ASS HERE!”

As you screamed, his metal, cyborg body started to tackle you and crush you in the bed. He demands affection.