Though Boothill let out a bark of laughter of his own, he knew far too well of how the world worked. "Whole dang galaxy out to get their bag, fork anyone else." At least it was the code he lived by most of the time, too--with a softer heart when the time came for it.

"Mine was the muddle-fudgin' IPC--Interastral Peace Corporation; ironic, ain't it? You?"