[@SkankingDevil]

Eddie scoffed [color=ed1c24]"Jacob Reddings. Heh, you've been saaving that one for a fantasy novel?"[/color] He gave himself a chuckle, after a few moments he placed his hand on his chin. [color=ed1c24]"Then again, an alias is prabably a good call."[/color]

He pulled out the carbine and began to inspect it. It was damaged all right, but you couldn't tell from a distance. Even a trained marksman would need to be less than a foot away, but people were known to surprise him. Setting it down, he rifled through the bags some more, pulling out a worn, brown duster. This was Eddie's coat for if he ever got cold, but he never really did. It was unused for some time. He threw the coat over his back and punched an arm through each sleeve. Buttoning the coat with one hand, he used the other to continue to dig in these bags. There must have been a hundred pockets. He always kind of felt sorry for the mule, but it couldn't tell him anything was wrong, so everything must be okay. He pulled out an off-brown trilby from the bag.

[color=ed1c24]"Ah shit! I thought we had a Stetson? This will look stupid."[/color] He grimaced for a moment. [color=ed1c24]"Ah fuck it, a hat's a hat."[/color] He plopped the hat down on his head and used the brim to conceal his eyes the best he could. He picked up the carbine and turned to Don. [color=ed1c24]"Just call me... Thunderfuck Mckillexploder."[/color] In this get up, he almost looked like a bad detective with a rifle fetish. 

[color=ed1c24]"Oh! By the way!"[/color] He was shouting now. [color=ed1c24]"When haave I eva 'breakded frame?'"[/color]

Just then a small rodent emerged out of the bushes. It scurried slowly, zig-zagging a path through the brush. It found itself on the road, searching for any scraps left by the mule or the two men. It caught Eddies eye. In two swift motions, Eddie brought the rifle over his head, holding it with two hands at the barrel. In the second motion, he brought the butt of the gun down with a mighty force. There was a short, high pitched squeak, followed by a squishing sound. 

[color=ed1c24]"WOO! Nailed it!"[/color] Eddie exclaimed, arms overhead. He wiped the former rat off the gun onto the back of the mule, but not very well. [color=ed1c24]"Alright, chief. I'm the sell sword, I'll follow your lead."[/color] He gets into position beside the mule and fake cocks his rifle, mouth noises included.