After the bubbly bath of fun and joy, Hyuk and Hingbong grabbed their pistols and made their way outside.

“Time to go der’ huntin’, hyungie.” Hyuk said as he spit out his tobacco like a man.

“I have an even better idea, Hyuk ya’ll.”

“What’ll that be I reckon?”

“Let’s go huntin’ fer people.” Hobiebo slurred o’er yonder. “First, we gotta pick up an ol’ case o’ beer from the corner mart.”

Hyuk twisted his lasso and hollered, “ Yee Haw, Buddy! I need a good cold one for my uneasy soul!”

“You know say, one beer beats all the de’r… I reckon In this case, people.” Honghong kicked in his cowboy boots. “Plus, I need a sweet relief after all that Banagher that went on o’er yonder in that scrub a dub tub.”

“Yee haw, buddy.” Hyuk whooped and hollered. “And I reckon that after we ballyhoo(???) some innocent citizens, we bend an elbow with the ol’ gang.”

“Don’t be such a boot er, Hyukbeebo.”

“Buck up, cowboy. I’m just tuggin’ yer boot, I reckon.”

“What the eedoo, Hyuk.” Honggbobo tilted his cowboy hat in disappointment.

“IDK, buddy, but I reckon that if we kill people, we’ll be thrown in the crowbar hotel.”

“What the actual , man.”

“JAIL. THE CROWBAR HOTEL IS JAIL, YOU CRUMB CASTLE.”

Hyuk and HonbBing both end up shooting one another, I reckon.