Listen all! This is the truth of it. Fighting leads to killing, and killing gets to warring. And that was damn near the death of us all. Look at us now! Busted up and everyone talking about hard rain! But we've learned, by the dust of them all... Bartertown learned. Now, when men get to fighting, it happens here! And it finishes here! Two men enter, one man leaves. –Two men enter, one man leaves! Two men enter, one man leaves! Two men enter, one man leaves!
The last thing I want to be remembered as is an annoying blabbermouth. (chuckles) You know, nothing grinds my gears worse than some chowder-head who doesn't know when to keep his big trap shut. You catch me running off at the mouth, just give me a poke in the chops.