[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191025/8cdf724c293b89304abaa9606662bde0.png[/img][/center] [center][b][color=7ea7d8]Mentions:[/color][/b] Everybody[/center] [hr] Ahh, shoot. Dagnabbit! That poor little fella, all lost an' on his own. He was so tiny too, even a strong breeze might've blown him away like a tumbleweed. Or maybe a snake bit his horse! There were so many bad things that could've happened and somehow Simon didn't notice anything? He felt like a real..a mutton shunter! Golly, his mama would've been so disappointed if she knew Simon had thought such an unpleasant phrase. But he had it coming! How could he have completely zoned out like that? It was shameful. Simon was feeling all poked up. So poked up that he only half-acknowledged Neon Ghost floatin' off to go search for Donny. But [i]not[/i] poked up enough that he was able to shrug of the scary cowboy's threat-insult combo move. It wasn't like Simon could help his accent, it had been with him his whole life. And this fella had some nerve to act like Simon was some type of bother when he was hunting Jules and had assaulted the majority of the people here. Not that Simon would say any of that. Confrontation? No sir. No sirree. Thanks, but no thanks. Where was he? Oh! Right! Donny. Simon scratched at his beard after mumbling out an apology that he absolutely did not mean at all. When Jules suggested turning in for the night, Simon had an opportunity to do something about it. [b][color=7ea7d8]"Turn on in? I s'pose that's a good idea. Don't want ta get back on th' saddle too tired ta ride. Jus'..lemme get a breath of fresh air first. The campfire's gettin' me a little toasty."[/color][/b] Simon very awkwardly excuses himself from camp to go stroll behind some rocks in a very blatantly suspicious manner. Once behind the rock, somehow confident that his blatant lie had been bought, Simon spoke. [b][i][color=7ea7d8]"Perform This Way!"[/color][/i][/b] And immediately, the strange, metallic ghost manifested in front of him. [b][color=fdc68a]"Well well well! If it isn't the Sheriff of Pudding. You got a lotta nerve summoning me after manifesting me into that crazy bitch's knuckles, tubby!"[/color][/b] Simon frowned. He was bulky, sure, but he certainly wasn't fat. Most of his mass was muscle, but it wasn't like he was about to argue with his aggressive ghost. [b][color=7ea7d8]"S-sorry.."[/color][/b] [color=fdc68a][b]"Eugh. Your kicked puppy looking face is preventing me from even wanting to yell at you. What do you want, Squirrel Lip?"[/b][/color] Squirrel lip? That was- oh, the mustache. Darn, that one stung a bit. [color=7ea7d8][b]"Ah need ya ta see if Donny, the blonde feller from earlier, is alright."[/b][/color] Perform This way didn't have facial expressions, but Simon could imagine the smug mug he was wearing right now. [b][color=fdc68a]"That's all? Pff, that's barely even a [i]challenge.[/i] So I won't give you too much of one either. Entertain me, deputy stutters. I want a magic show!"[/color][/b]