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[emperor_cowboy]

[Hol Horse was growing irritated. Not only did he find himself stuck in this town again, but STILL... no one from home. He's a little more... talkative, his voice a bit more... gruff. ...It's who he's always been! Honest!

The only thing he didn't approve of this place, aside from the fact he had no partners here... was well. All of the NON-AMERICAN TYPES. Yup. This was the normal attitude he's always had.

... Sure.

Taking his motorcycle out for a spin, he would make his usual stops. The park for girl watching, the store for more cigarettes... and eventually back to that dull place that he called home. If you look interesting enough during any of his stops, he may just stop and try to talk to you. Be careful around him though, if he doesn't end up liking you, things could quickly turn sour.]

Comments

[beetlemania]

Well, I'm an inventor! I need to be able to think better so that I can continue inventing amazing things!

[Like this antennae hat that doesn't even work...]

[emperor_cowboy]

Yea? Well, ya go 'nd make me a teleporter, than Ah'll think that yer not just goin' off and blowin' hot air.

[Wait... how did he know what a teleporter was...? Details, details...]

[beetlemania]

A teleporter, you say? Can't say I'm familiar with the notion, but it does sound rather fascinating...

[This, despite having been in teleporters hundreds of times under normal circumstances, to the point of pranking people with them...]

[emperor_cowboy]

Well great! Ya can toy 'round th' idea after goin' 'nd makin' yer brain power bigger or what not.

Gotta ask though... the git up. Seems a l'il ... over done, don't it?

[beetlemania]

Overdone?

[Ted adjusts his goggles the way one might adjust a pair of glasses.]

What do you mean, overdone?