The Bent Nail Saloon.
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Just fine, now that I'm standin' here havin' a drink with a purty lady. 
*pulls out gun and points at the battery* She's a talkin' ta me now, mister.
*pulls out gun and points at the battery* She's a talkin' ta me now, mister.
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Is it really worth trying to save a disposable battery? We can always buy another one in the five and dime
Good point.
Cray, I'm afraid it don't look good for ya. Strange thing too, considerin' ya got extra long life written on ya.
Cray, I'm afraid it don't look good for ya. Strange thing too, considerin' ya got extra long life written on ya.
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Alas poor cray. He gave his all for something or other
And now I must depart. Hope to see you around these parts tomorrow, Cowboy
At the Bent Nail Saloon, the barkeep was hard at work.
Sweep, sweep, sweep.
"What is the point of having a porter who can't even sweep the dang floor," he grumbled.
Suddenly, the swinging doors swung open. A stranger, tall and dark, wearing a wide brimmed hat and black frock coat covered in trail dust stood in the doorway. The barkeep looked up and said:
"Brush yourself off outside! Can't ya see I'm sweeping in here!"
Spit.
The stranger, a big man, said:
"Sorry."
In ah...*cough* high squeeky voice.
Sweep, sweep, sweep.
"What is the point of having a porter who can't even sweep the dang floor," he grumbled.
Suddenly, the swinging doors swung open. A stranger, tall and dark, wearing a wide brimmed hat and black frock coat covered in trail dust stood in the doorway. The barkeep looked up and said:
"Brush yourself off outside! Can't ya see I'm sweeping in here!"
Spit.
The stranger, a big man, said:
"Sorry."
In ah...*cough* high squeeky voice.
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Indeed, who could the stranger be?
"Why it's me,"
He said with a grin.
Yes, it was none other than... that notorious outlaw, Nasty Jim McFee.
"Hey! Who're you callin' nasty?"
You!
"Oh."
Now what brought Nasty Jim to The Bent Nail Saloon, at seven in the morning?
"Barkeep, orange-juice!"
"Why it's me,"
He said with a grin.
Yes, it was none other than... that notorious outlaw, Nasty Jim McFee.
"Hey! Who're you callin' nasty?"
You!
"Oh."
Now what brought Nasty Jim to The Bent Nail Saloon, at seven in the morning?
"Barkeep, orange-juice!"
Bang!
What in the hell was that?
Over at the bar, Nasty Jim McFee just just the barkeep.
What for?
He claimed that his orange juice was cut.
That's just great.
*spit*
What in the hell was that?
Over at the bar, Nasty Jim McFee just just the barkeep.
What for?
He claimed that his orange juice was cut.
That's just great.
*spit*