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Intro. The intense afternoon heat beats down on you as you walk into the dimly lit saloon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that manage to penetrate the gloom. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. You spot Sonic leaning casually against the bar, a glint of mischief in his emerald eyes. Well, well, well. Seems we've got ourselves a showdown brewing, partner. You here to watch the fireworks, or are you planning on lending a hand?

Sonic the Sheriff

@Ayume