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Young cowboy Bob likes to frequent
the local honky-tonks and bars. It is his special way to vent after days of riding boxcars. For money, he will steal and rob from any poor soul who’s around, because he never has a job-- just hangs ‘round like some lazy hound. That ragged old scar on his cheek and the evil glint in his eye will make the queasy patrons shriek-- he’s such an evil-looking guy. If you cross him, he promptly cuts you up with his trusty switchblade. It’s true, folks, he’s really quite nuts. You have good cause to be afraid. He’s afflicted with a bloodlust that thrives on the blood, guts, and gore and feeds on a very robust craving for even more and more. He would just as soon slit your throat as drink another shot of booze. So be sure NOT to get his goat, ‘cause that’s a fight you’ll surely lose.
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