Hey, short stack!

WHADDYA MEAN “LESS AGGRESSIVE”!? I AIN’T AGGRESSIVE! YA SAY THAT AGAIN AND I’LL SHRED YA INTO LITTLE PLASTIC FLAKES!

*The demon let out a loud hiss. Way to go, Dread. You literally just proved Chips’ point.*

-- Pal, ya’re literally screaming at me! Could ya not do that?!

God, that little cup is really noisy and, as he said, aggressive! It makes Chip’s head ring.

After hearing Chips’ question. The spider woman smiled. She brought out her revolver and spun it a bit. Showing it off to him and giving the most smug grin.

“Sure am~” She leaned on the wall, looking down at the stack of poker chips with a relaxed expression.

“Who’s askin’?”

-- Chips Bettigan! Sheriff of Inkwell Island AND the best gunslinger in this side of the world! So, what do ya say?

-- Are ya up for a little fame, mah lady?

-- Ey theeeere, sweety~ Lookin’ for some good company?~

-- EY THERE, clown! What brings you to mah town?

Said town is an stage of cardboard buildings.

-- Ey honey, don’t ya get bored in that office? Doing paperwork and all that boring secretary stuff?

Tch! This drink’s for ME! Why the hell would I give a good drink like this to–

…Wait, “only” me? The hell did ya think I was?

-- Uh... yar less aggressive self, of course!

“Heh, ya wanna bet chip stacks?” The human cowboy cocked at the table chips. Someone stop this man before this turns into a gun show-off. Or don’t, this could get interesting.

-- Bet? Hah! How much are ya willing to bet, pardner?! There’s only one way to fix this problem... the ol’ way.

-- Stop right there, ya- oh wait, its only you, kid. Weren’t you supposed to bring a drink to the boss or somethin’ like that?

-- There can only be ONE cowboy in this island, and that cowboy is me!

-- Ey gal! Someone told me you were good with guns. Is that true? Or was that person bluffin’?

🐣 “oooooo-EEP!” 

-seems like junior was just a little too close and got a face full of tomato innards. he was above crying but boy that stung his eyes, kinda like shampoo- 

🐣 “that’s really cool mister, but do you perhaps have a towel or somethin’? this really hurt-”

🐦 “JUNIOR!!! WHAT WAS THAT?!”

-you now have about 10 seconds to make up the best excuse of your damn life before wally sr. sees this mess and tears you to little plastic shreds-

Geez, now he was in troubles... better think on some proper apology or invent a believable excuse for this! Let’s see... an accident? No, no worried parent would listen to that lame excuse... of course!

-- Ok kid, I’ll tell you what! If you don’t accuse me to your pa, I, uh...

“Uh… let me think… Oh! Yea, I’ll pay in-”

Roach suddenly threw a pocketful of poison ivy into Chips’ face, hastily flying away.

Well, he didn’t expect that... he thought those were dollars, but no! It was nothing but poison ivy!

Of course this was the Devil’s doing. It was honestly more annoying than if he would have just given up their little lie.

That may have been an exaggeration.

“Yes, my name is Roach. He probably did get my name wrong, which brings me to something important…”

They grab their flute and stare the cowboy down.

“What do you want?”

“Oh aaah of course, darlin’.” She chuckled softly, “I work at the farm nearby, i’m a sheep herder~”  Bambi places her hoof on her cheek, “I know that sounds odd for me to do but, they tend to listen to me better.”

-- Yes, it sounds odd, but... who isn’t odd in this island? I am! Ya are! Everyone is! But anyway! Wanna take a ride with me?~