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He wasn’t first but he sure wasn’t last by any means. Reigning in his horse once he crossed the finish line was something short of exciting despite originally having no desire to participate in the race. Perhaps the thrill of the hunt and the race would be something that would coalesce inside him. This was rather dangerous for the other riders though, if Joseppi began to acquire a taste for this sort of competition there would be hell to pay. Carefully trotting off into the distance away from the other riders he sucked in the fresh crisp dry air into his lungs. It never burned so good. With the announcements over hear there was only one name that stuck out to him and that was the voluptuous redhead named Annie. Ridiculously thick in the body, but also in the mind that one was.  Alas he supposed that being simple minded with the help of a sentient stand was more than enough to put her leagues above the rest, thus earning her second place rightfully so. 

Joseppi didn’t recognize any other names until the announcer shouted out the result of one J. Zeppoli being penalized and placed 20 spots behind her original finish. Time stopped, one second had passed, two seconds had passed. His mind started to work in overtime as if a lightning bolt had struck through his body electrifying his senses. Why was that name so familiar? Ransacking his brain for any type of connection, he closed his eyes hoping to paint a clearer picture. Shuffling through memories he finally stopped at the one he needed. A slap or rather a sonic boom came from the clapping of his hands once he realized it. The wanted poster. The poster was for one J. Zeppeli, a name that just so happened to match up with the competitor in the race except with some roundabout spelling. Did she really think she would be fooling anyone by changing one vowel in her last name? It made sense to Joseppi, after all criminals weren’t known for their incredible genius or espionage. 

Now he just needed to track her down, who was she? Had he already passed by her in the race? He wasn’t paying attention to the positions just mumbling cowboy that fixed his knapsack. Whoever it was she wouldn’t be so safe on the second leg of the race that was for sure. There was also the case of the young blonde rider who had obtained his poster. Three heads were already at the top of his list all vying for his attention at number one. But that was for the next part of the race, for now he deserved some well-earned R&R and what better way to do that then attend the local bar. Joseppi left Radio Head to his own devices making sure he had plenty of water, apples, and his coat had been meticulously and carefully brushed by his owner. Afterwards, Joseppi made his way over to the closest bar and kicked down the front door in one go. In his boisterous attitude he tipped his hat to everyone inside and took his seat at the front right next to the bartender. 

[color=black]“Give me an Old Fashioned. Oh, and uh you can bill me for that there door too. Matter fact, all rounds are on me partner”[/color] Joseppi ordered hoping the nervous and scared stares would turn into cheers and praise. 

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