[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]
I’ll show you.
[brain matter splattering]
Just look at the mess we made now.