- Tommy Morgan: You look familiar. Do I know you?
- Slim: *chuckles* You remember El Paso? *Horse whinny* Eight years ago?
- Tommy Morgan: Hmm... I was there.
- Slim: You remember a kid? Working in the bank? A kid with the keys to the vault? *Horse grunts*
- Tommy Morgan: Yeah?
- Slim: Do you remember what you did?
- Tommy Morgan: *thinking* Kid, kid, kid... Not really.
- Slim: You shot him, in the arms.
- Tommy Morgan: Oh yeah. Yeah.
- Slim: Y- well?
- Tommy Morgan: Well, what?
- Slim: *Clears his throat* That was me. You shot me in the arms. S...... .So... I've... Y'know... come for revenge.
- Tommy Morgan: Oh! Oh.
- Slim: Yeah.
- Tommy Morgan: I did that.
- Slim: That's right.
- Tommy Morgan: I mean, you have no arms, because I sh-huh?
- Slim: That is exactly right.
- Tommy Morgan: Uh?
- Slim: Yes, I had arms.
- Tommy Morgan: Alright. Okay.
- Slim: You shot me in the arms.
- Tommy Morgan: Right, I got it now.
- Slim: Lost the arms.
- Tommy Morgan: 25. Yeah, yeah. I got it. I'm sorry, man. I-I didn't make the connection. But now, yeah. Wow. *He pulls out his gun* So, what are we doing?
- Gummy: Two gunfighters. *Horse whinny grunt* Slim and Tommy Morgan. Faced off in the street of lil' ol' Dusty Saddle Rash. Still gives me goosebumps when I talk about it. In mornin', Slim rode into town, I remember like it was yesterday. *Horse grunts* My name is Gummy. And I was there the day Slim walked into the barbershop and asked for- *Slim opens the door with no arms* What did he ask for?
- Slim: How about a shave?
- Gummy: What is it? Directions? No. Was it a restaurant recommendation? No. Somethin' about a ho-*intro plays*?
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