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>stop into saloon for a quick sasparilla
>"WELL WELL WELL LOOK WHAT THE DUST BLEW IN"
>it's fucking Clint again
>don't turn around, keep sipping my drink
>"since, by some fluke, you didn't lose our last duel, i reckon we're it's time we settle this"
>it's going to be six shooters at sundown
>"six shooters at sundown, a course. unless yer too torchic"
>grunt in approval
>finish drink
>bang a few whores while i still have sunlight
>stumble out to the town square at five minutes to dusk
>"well golly, we all thought you weren't gonna make it! the crowd was getting restless!"
>notice the sheriff and clint's mom watching from a safe distance
"i reckon it's about time to begin. any last words?"
>clint starts spinning his six shooter around his fingers like a sodomite
>"Yes."
>he tries to stand back to back, i ensure my behind is safely apart from his
>take three paces
>turn
>draw my big iron
>pull the trigger
>clint still hasn't fucking turned yet
>blastoise's poké ball bounces off his forehead
>"agh! cheap shot! go, braixen!"
