He was busy checking out the 3 proxies who stood waiting for them. They were a weird collection. The hulking, gleaming Mr. Jewels was there.
"Yuh know, podnuh, you been stickin' your nose in places you really shouldn't have oughta,"
So was the six-foot frog.
"Somebody ought have learned you that's dangerous"
They were accompanied by a figure that looked like an animated drawing of a cowboy.
I aim to give you a good lesson
"Yuh know, podnuh, you been stickin' your nose in places you really shouldn't have oughta," the cowboy said in the thickest Wild West accent Matt had ever heard
"Somebody ought have learned you that's dangerous" Right then, Matt noticed that there was the barest hesitation between the cowboy's words and his lips.
But there was no slowness at all as the cowboy whipped out his cartoon pistol and pointed it at Matt's head. "I aim to give you a good lesson," the cowboy said. "Okay, Tex, you've got my attention," he said, still determined not to give in to the fear spurting along his nerves.