Murican Taranza gulps his whiskey and slams it back down upon a nobly wooden bar table.

"YEEHAW PARNTERS!" Murican Taranza shouts across the room, gesturing Dedede and Kirby over. "You have no taste for fine drinks and women. You probably haven't even sat on a HORSE yet!" Kirby looks to Dedede and shrugs. "He's broke." Dedede said, plainly. "WHAT DID YOU SAY BUDDY?" Murican Taranza exclaims. "YOU BETTER TAKE THAT BACK, OR I WILL BE SHOOTIN' THIS HERE TOWN UP!" Kirby just looks at Murican Taranza, with his stubble under his chin (on top of the, fur?), whiskey drooling out of his mouth, and blood and bullet holes all over his (stolen) shirt. "Good day." Dedede says, and takes Kirby's hand. They walk out the saloon, leaving Murican Taranza to his sober remorse of his dead cowgirl wasp waifu.

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