LAST PERSON TO POST WINS

[Carl]

Twin.

You're a lame horse. I need a good one to do cowboy stuff and thangs. I'm sorry. I'mma have to put you down like Old Yeller.

*shoots*

[Tora]

[Gemini]

Twin.

You're a lame horse. I need a good one to do cowboy stuff and thangs. I'm sorry. I'mma have to put you down like Old Yeller.

*shoots*

Wha...? B-but... but no. No. You can't.

I can be named Jorge. I can grow white hairs on my fetlock. Ones that aren't painted. Please. Just give me a chance. It's only a slight limp. It'll get better. I can push myself harder. I can...

*cries forever*

Please. Master. This means everything to me. You can't just throw me away like that.

[Carl]

I dunno... you seem to spook easily... I can't have that, lots of gunshots in my line of work.

[Gemini]

I know that, master. Please. Just give me a chance. I may have jumped once or twice and twitched a little but it wasn't intentional. I'll work on it. I promise I'll do better!

Just don't put me down. I'm not a spooky horse!

[Tora]

Put her down. She's gonna get you killed.

[Gemini]

^ No! Hush!!

[Carl]

I dunno. I can't just do what you want me to, T-saur. May as well just roll over and die.

[Tora]

Perhaps you could win too if you do what I say little brother. I will always be watching and protecting you.

[Carl]

You know what? I think it best I leave.