The Galaxy Rangers ain't the ones with hankerin' for displacin' people. Count yourself lucky that we're around a buncha' strangers, else you'd be under my boot right quick.
'Fraid it's a lil' late to be makin' demands like that. See, you were made my enemy the second you sold your skin off to those forkin' money-grubbin' muddle-fudgers what call themselves agents 'a Qlipoth.
Don't act like you know anything about what I've done. [ There's a warning to his tone, and he picks up his box of stuff!! ] Suit yourself, then. Let's see how long your hostilities can carry you.
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But oh, he's seeing it now. Hard to tell without the cowboy getup, but he recognizes that face. ]
Funny. I could be asking you that very same question, Galaxy Ranger.
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Now. Where the fudge are we?
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You think I'm behind this?
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[ boothill gives him a once-over.
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Although... can't say I understand why you'd wanna play dress-up.
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[ It's so ugly and plain... ]
I'm in the same position as everyone else here.
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[ Well, Aventurine once was too. ]
I don't need you to believe me, but it would be in your best interest to do so.
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That is true! Wanted by the IPC, anyway. Ain't much of a bad thing if y'ask me. And why's that?
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[ Says this with full confidence. ]
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Yeah? That 'yer "luck" comin' in clutch?
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[ he starts taking slow steps, just pacing while he talks. ]
You, though? I'd say lot of 'em know you from sheer notoriety. You are quite the daredevil, Aventurine of Stratagems. We got that in common.
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Then you should know the lengths I'll go to secure my victories. Don't make an enemy out of me here, and I'll extend that same courtesy to you.
killing me that boothill is being homicidal when they're about to be ROOMMATES
'Fraid it's a lil' late to be makin' demands like that. See, you were made my enemy the second you sold your skin off to those forkin' money-grubbin' muddle-fudgers what call themselves agents 'a Qlipoth.
[ spits to the side. ]
he needs a xanax
Don't act like you know anything about what I've done. [ There's a warning to his tone, and he picks up his box of stuff!! ] Suit yourself, then. Let's see how long your hostilities can carry you.
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[ he sets his boot on a box near the shore and reels it in towards him. ]
You best stay outta my way.
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Until they meet at the barn. ]