You Done Messed With The Wrong Guy, Big Fella

Oh boy. You gon’ wish you ain’t ne’er say such foul thing at me, Big Guy. No no no. This my town! Not a place where you can whip that stick back ‘n forth especial’ in fron’ me, the biggest guy in place.

Whoa whoa there! Slow down, large man. Britches and steeds might make some mead but one more step and I make you no read, comprende Niño Grande.

Now take ten back, turn ‘round, try to shoot. Five. Four. Three. Tw --

AGHHUHG FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

FUCK OW

YOU FUCKIN SHOT ME OH GOD

Aughgyh please … please … i guess you really be the Big Fella and I just a Dead Guy.