"Damnit, Steven," Stranger growled, then shoved off from the huddled group. The shooter minions pursuited Steven in his heavy gorilla suit, while Stranger ran on fours, chasing the pursuing outlaws. "Uh-oh. Clamitty, look's behind us," the first one thumbed behind them. The other took that chance, and gazed behind him. "Holy shit! It's that bounty-hunter! I thought's he was dead!" Clamitty shouted. "Naw, stupid! That was Blisterz! He died in prison, moron!" the other growled. "Oh...damn...he was a, slightly good boss, I guess...but his brother was an asshole," Clamitty said. "Yeah, I concur," the other agreed. Grunting with every step he took, Stranger then climbed on a tree trunk, and shot off like a missile towards the outlaws, chaining them down on the forest ground. "Ack! It's his....choke (wheeze) hold..." Clamitty coughed. "L-leggo! (Cough) hairy, freak!" the other faintly said. Stranger lifted them off the ground, still holding his arm grip around their throats. He pressed down harder, then the outlaws fell unconscious. He released the minions, then bountied them up. "Steven, damn serious 'dis time. NO more pranks. Had 'em in teh past, can't stand's 'em, today," Stranger growled.
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