OOC: Yes. Sherrif Whyte must do something in this RPG (unfortunatley). Um, I'll just completley ignore Whyte's last post and enter the bar already.
IC: Whyte swung the doors of the bar wide open when he heard the squawkings of trouble. Surprised, he failed to notice the bar's doors swung back, inevitably & comically knocking Whyte in the head. The Glukkon Sherrif rubbed the nasty bruise on his large cranium and quickly ran towards the ever so distressed Clakker, Billy Ray. "Billy! Where're the scum-suckin' Outlaws now?" Whyte growled as he impatiently shook Billy's beak with disgust. Kelpy the paramite, sticking next to Shaskee, spotted the incoming Outlaws and barked wildly at them.
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