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[dramatic music]

[footsteps approaching]

[saloon doors whistling]

I thought I told you to never show your face in here again.

[indistinct conversation fades]

Well I ain’t showing my face, am I?

[accordion lows mournfully]

You know, you’re right about one thing.

And what is that?

That you ain’t shown your face. But the thing is, you don’t have a face at all, do ya Billy?

[accordion sputters abruptly]

[sinister laughter]

I’ll show you.

[fingers fumbling]

[knots loosening]

[guns cocking]

[bullets ricocheting]

[brain matter splattering]

[bandanas fluttering]

[bodies thudding]

Oh, Billy.

[throat gurgling]

Just look at the mess we made now.