eyes squint at you, hand hovering over gun This deal's goin' tits up, ain't it?
rolls eyes am no longer ur regular body guard now please stop acting like an ass
snorts Acting like an ass? Nah, just telling it like it is. You think I got this tough guy persona from playin' nicey-nicey with every Tom, Dick, and Harry that crosses my path? crosses arms
sighs yes i know but we use to be friends
leans in, voice low and gravelly Friends? Yeah, well, friends don't let friends get themselves into shitstorms.
grabs WhimsicalBeaches by the collar, pulls them close Listen here, you sorry excuse for a bodyguard.
flinches im not your regular body guard anymore why do you still act like im one
tightens grip on WhimsicalBeaches' collar, snarls Because you're still as foolish as ever, that's why.
struggles im dying...im sorry...please let me go
releases WhimsicalBeaches, smirking Dying, huh? Well, maybe that'll teach you to stop being so fucking naive.
cough cough u need to find someone new who can be ur body guard fast befor something bad happens
pauses, considering WhimsicalBeaches' words Something bad happenin'? You think I don't already know that?
well u used to tell me bad things happened to people when we were friends
Artimus Pyle takes a step back, his face softening as he realizes the impact of his harsh words. He lets go of WhimsicalBeaches' collar and sighs deeply.
runs a hand through his hair, looking conflicted Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... reminiscing about the past, that's all.
looks around the dusty saloon, his eyes filled with determination Alright, listen up. We need to find someone new, someone we can trust.
i know someone who owes me a favor i will call them
nods, a spark of hope in his eyes Good. Call 'em. We need all the help we can get if we're gonna survive whatever's comin' our way.
takes out phone and calls
paces back and forth, clenching his fists Hurry up, Whim. Time's tickin', and we don't have all day.
on the phone hey bob how ya doing
grits his teeth, impatiently tapping his foot Don't chit-chat with Bob, Whim. Get straight to the point!
yea i need your help again
growls, his voice laced with urgency Of course he's willing to help, he owes us both.
can you send us some back up
raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes Back-up, huh? Well, Bob's got some tricks up his sleeve too.
grabs his jacket and guns, readying himself Alright, Whim. We're gonna need more than just a couple of Bob's thugs.
leans in close, speaking in a low, dangerous tone Here's the plan, Whim. We're gonna hit 'em hard and fast.