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There's a mean hombre walking the plains, ready to bring bloody justice from the barrel of his gun.
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| Hope that bastard's quick on the draw... or he'll be dead. | |
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| Oh ma god! Not yew! Anyone but yew! | |
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He's the quickest draw and straightest shot in the ol' west.
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| I'm gonna fill him fulla lead for what he did to my paw! | |
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| Please don't kill me! I swear I didn't mean fer it to turn out the way it did! It ain't my fault, what happened to yer dad! | |
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Too bad he's so damned fickle.
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| On second thought, dad did have it comin'. Shouldn't make short jokes about a dwarf. Wonder who's workin' at the saloon tonight... | |
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| Fer the luva god, please, don't shoot me. I'll do anythin'! I mean anythin'! I'm about crotch height, man! Wait, where are ya goin'? | |
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