First Edition || Voice

Aug 22, 2011 23:35

You know, you future folk've gotta work on your presentation a little more. You see a poor mug like me, comin' from 1899, scared, alone, helpless, and you think you can mug me! I ask you, what kinda city does that!

I mean, I understand, you didn't know who I was, but really, what sort o' hospitality is that? You'd never get that where I'm from; back in New York we learn a guy's name before we rob him blind. 'S just good manners, you know? Least I taught them; maybe they'll think twice before tryin' to jump somebody new.

Now look. The name's Kelly, Jack Kelly, and I don't plan on stickin' round for more'n a few days. Oh, I heard nobody's found a way back yet, but, uh, you didn't have me before. And I ain't lettin' nobody or no thin' tell me what I can or can't do.

Anybody wanna lend a hand?

† jack kelly | cowboy

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