Evil Roy Slade:
I ain't gonna kill him, I'm gonna do something a lot meaner. Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!
Marshal Bing Bell:
[smug]
What's that?
Evil Roy Slade:
I'm gonna shoot this guitar full of lead.
Marshal Bing Bell:
[panicking]
No! No, Slade, no! No, n-n-n-not my guitar, Slade! No, it's the only thing I ever LOVED, Slade!
[runs in front of guitar and takes bullet]
Marshal Bing Bell:
... 'cept ME!
Evil Roy Slade:
Whoops!
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