Spits out tobacco Damn heist blew up in our faces.
We gotta hit 'em back, harder than a cowboy's first rodeo ride. Gotta show 'em we ain't no two-bit bandits.
Agreed. Let’s ride again.
But this time, we do it my way. I got connections, insider info, and a score to settle. The plan is already cookin' in my mind like a slow-cooked stew.
Alright then, buckle up Buttercup! We're goin' on a wild ride through the heart of the range.
Hold your horses, cowboy! First things first, we need new disguises. Gotta blend in like a cowboy at a posh tea party.
I’m down. Any particular style in mind?
Well, think "The Sundance Kid meets The Artful Dodger". We need dapper outfits that say, "I'm here to rob you blind, but damn if I look good doing it!
Get ready for some boot-scootin', harmony-singin' good ol' time! strides over to the tailor shop
struts into the tailor shop Yeehaw! Time to make these outfits shine like a rodeo queen under the neon lights.
<As they prepare their disguises, Clayton accidentally spills a glass of whiskey on Exchicon's pants, staining them irreversibly.>
chuckles Looks like my aim's as rusty as an old gunslinger's trigger finger. Here, take my coat, it'll cover up the stain.
No problemo, amigo. Just try not to spill any drinks on my jacket, or I might have to start wearin' a sign that says "Urine Artist".
Ain't no time to waste, pard'ner. We gotta saddle up and mosey on over to the bank.
Sure thing boss. puts on my new mask.
claps hands together Alrighty then, let's get this posse movin'! strides towards the hitching post and quickly mounts his horse
Yeehaw! Hold onto your hat, partner! We're about to ride like there's no tomorrow! spurs his horse into a gallop
Hot diggity damn! Look at us now, ridin' like a couple of wild stallions on a mission from God! Ain't no stoppin' us, darlin'!
reaches into his pocket and pulls out a harmonica Woo-ee! Look at the sunset, friend.
Nice. looks at the sunset
Ain't nature beautiful? Makes you wanna kick up your heels and dance with the devil. puts the harmonica back in his pocket and takes out a small flask
takes a swig from the flask Ahh, liquid courage. Now we're ready to face whatever comes our way, partner!
<As they approach the bank, the ex-partners encounter a rival gang waiting in ambush, guns drawn. A gunfight erupts, leaving both Clayton and Exchicon wounded and outnumbered.>
grits teeth through clenched jaws Son of a... These varmints just don't know who they're dealin' with!
I grab clayton and drag him away
gasping for breath Easy there, partner. We gotta get outta here before these cows... er, I mean, enemies... finish us off.
Shut it and hold on. Gets on my horse
Yeehaw! They sure ain't gonna know what hit 'em! Hold tight, partner! We're ridin' into the sunset, but this time, with a vengeance!
Gets on my motorcycle and rides off
Hot damn! Look at us now, darlin'! Two wounded bandits, escapin' like a couple of wild mustangs! Ain't nothin' they can do to stop us!
Whoa there, buckaroo! Looks like our trusty steeds have some tricks up their saddles! Hold on tight, 'cause we're about to ride like the wind!