01-06-2009, 04:07 PM
Brandon rolled his eyes at Jester, and turned the barrel of his rifle towards him. He rested his paw on the action, and forced it back, jacking a round into the chamber with a loud clang.
"My paw slipped." He said, seemingly to no one, as if someone was looking his way.
He didn't like Jester sitting to close to him. The people close to him usually died.
"My paw slipped." He said, seemingly to no one, as if someone was looking his way.
He didn't like Jester sitting to close to him. The people close to him usually died.
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.
