- [first lines]
- The Narrator: The weary gunfighter walked slowly through the saloon. The long miles from Cheyenne had taken their toll.
- The Gunfighter: Who's sayin' that stuff?
- The Narrator: He scanned the room with a suspicious eye. Years on the run from the law had taught him that a tough man could get out of a situation, but a smart man never gets himself into one.
- The Gunfighter: Please quit doin' that. I just want to have a shot of whiskey in peace.
- The Narrator: But the gunfighter would find no peace for the Henderson boys were waiting in the corner to kill him for the $200 bounty on his head.
- The Gunfighter: Is that true? Are you boys tryin' to kill me like this voice is sayin'?
- Tommy Henderson: Ah, no...
- The Narrator: ...lied the oldest Henderson boy.
- [last lines]
- The Narrator: It was a true ballet of death. When the gruesome bloodbath was over, not a single person was left standing... except for Sally, the itchy whore...
- Sally: Yahoo!
- The Narrator: ...who celebrated by scratching her front porch. Little did she know she'd be mauled to death by a rabid wolf the very next day.
- Sally: Wellll, fuck.