Rattlesnake Jack promptly ignored Bee as he talked about time skip, and other [i]boring[/i] stuff. Then, Bee talked about something entertaining. Rattlesnake Jack cocked his head back, as his eyes twinkled. "Pardner, if'n I heard ya correct, I'm wishin' I did. You said there was Horse Racing? And pardner, ya gotta have a horse." He glanced back forward, "That there fireball coulda also be interestin'. Aaand... if this place is boring, who's this here Gan-on-dorf?" Rattlesnake Jack paused as he remembered what Bee said about a holy weapon.

He began chuckling as he reached towards his guns, "My guns are holier than a Saint's own mother. Anyhow, what kinda horses we talkin' 'bout 'ere Bee? And no other cattle 'longside 'em? So got Horses, mighty fine, seein' what in tarnation was that there ol' fireball in the sky, and beatin' some fool with a weird name. I feel sorry for 'im, mother and father gave him such a piss poor name..."