>A regiment of wounded soldiers crosses my posse's path
>Well How-dee-doo
>I nearly got eviscerated last night and my funeral song would have, frankly, [i]sucked[/i]
>Plus I just slept on the ground like a homeless caveman
>No sir, Hawkeye Harold has shit to do today
>Go to general store, sell darkstone/cavalry saber
>Check for tentacled shoes