*swaggers in* I heard the precious words, "The Wild West." We're going there, peoples! They don't call me Annie Oakley for nothin', I got some Bills to take care of, Wild Hickok, and the Kid.
*swaggers in* I heard the precious words, "The Wild West." We're going there, peoples! They don't call me Annie Oakley for nothin', I got some Bills to take care of, Wild Hickok, and the Kid.
You wot? *We find our selves in a saloon filled with cowboys*
*swaggers in* I heard the precious words, "The Wild West." We're going there, peoples! They don't call me Annie Oakley for nothin', I got some Bills to take care of, Wild Hickok, and the Kid.
You wot? *We find our selves in a saloon filled with cowboys*
*yanks out rifle (looking like Red Ryder BB Gun)* Anybody named Bill in this ol' place?
*yanks out rifle (looking like Red Ryder BB Gun)* Anybody named Bill in this ol' place?
*Pulls out my two barrel large-calibre shotgun.* *Yer speakn' to 'em*
Bill, you been stealin' my good spurs. You give 'em back, or you'll be sorrier that a hound that fought with a porcupine. *points gun at you* I see 'em on yer ole boots. Take 'em off!
*Pulls out my two barrel large-calibre shotgun.* *Yer speakn' to 'em*
Bill, you been stealin' my good spurs. You give 'em back, or you'll be sorrier that a hound that fought with a porcupine. *points gun at you* I see 'em on yer ole boots. Take 'em off!
Bill, you been stealin' my good spurs. You give 'em back, or you'll be sorrier that a hound that fought with a porcupine. *points gun at you* I see 'em on yer ole boots. Take 'em off!
I ain't done no thing! *Points my gun at you*
*yanks boots off of you* Now, Bill. Calm yerself down.
*Points my gun at you* 