:woot:I can't shake this feelin, deep inside of me:woot:
Sherriff Sandy paces in the Jailhouse. He stops and pulls his Tin from his dusty overcoat and stares at his reflection in its tarnished center. He spits onto it and rubs it against his shirt.
"Better."
"I didn't ask fer this, didn' none of us ask fer this!"
As the pacing quickens he hears a commotion out in the street, the Town is unsettled and that makes him unsettled. He walks to the door, spurs tinkling a toon of some bygone era. In the street he sees a temporary gallows has been set upbelow the statue of the Founding father of ACville, Governor Mad-Eye Bala. On the gallows there are two individuals, dressed all in black and heads covered with burlap. These are the Town's best suspects for the remaining Mafia scumbag. But who is who?
"I s'pose ya'll wants me ta shoot one a these low lifes?" - He asks no one but tumbleweeds and dustbunnies, the street is empty.
"I dun s'pose either a you has anythin' to add?" - They don't.
Sandy draws his six-shooter, loads a single chamber, and spins the cylinder. He aims at the first person in the gallows... Click.
He aims at the second person... Click.
He aims at himself... ... ... Click.
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I, Sherriff Sandy be of sound mind and body, for the moment, shoot Razzle. May God have mercy on their soul.