11-07-2008, 06:49 AM
Dev took a drag off his cigarette, as he listened to the boss. Being dead had certain perks, such as not having to worry about cancer or lung disease. He ran his paw down the length of his semi-auto shotgun he had resting on the table, as he nodded slowly.
"Sure thing, bossman." He said, his voice not unlike serrated steel against stone, "I'll make sure they won't go nowhere."
"Sure thing, bossman." He said, his voice not unlike serrated steel against stone, "I'll make sure they won't go nowhere."
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
