A more simple and short RP! My usual rules apply!

Phozeas: Oh, hello!

(Cappucino quickly turns to Phozeas and shoots at him.)

(Phozeas dodges the bullet and keeps popping in and out of the sand like a f**ked up game of Whack-A-Mole)

Cappucino: Stay still, varmint!

Cappucino: Well, what do ya know? The hardened outlaw responsible for 621 dead Caffies. 'Bit slimmer than I imagined, but hey, I'm no artist.

Phozeas: Oh, come on. That was years ago back in the Gobi Desert. I'm a changed man.

(Cappucino pulls out his revolver, and then pulls out a spare, motioning Phozeas to grab it.)
Cappucino: Pick up the gun, sonny.

Phozeas: Well, if you insist...
(He grabs the revolver with his tail and braces himself, starting to sweat)

(Cappucino readies himself. https://youtu.be/zF47sDeRYRE starts playing.)
Cappucino: You may have shattered a lot o' my kind, but unlike you, I'm a man of honor.
(Cappucino loads his revolver.)
Cappucino: This desert ain't big enough for the two of us.

Phozeas: I think the same.
(Phozeas partially burrows underground.)
Phozeas: About time you see some Mongolian fury. Just like my glory days.

Cappucino: Oh?

(Phozeas burrows underground completely and starts swimming through the sand, ready to strike.)

(Cappucino carefully watches the sand, trying to locate Phozeas.)

(Phozeas suddenly breaches the sand in the corner of Cappucino's view)

Zero: Oh hi

Cappucino: Well, what do ya know? The hardened outlaw responsible for 621 dead Caffies. 'Bit blockier than I imagined, but hey, I'm no artist.

Zero: Who tf you talking about (

???: Sheriff Cappucino? What are you doing here?

Cappucino: Well, what do ya know? The hardened outlaw responsible for 621 dead Caffies. 'Bit furrier than I imagined, but hey, I'm no artist.

???: Okay yeah sure pal, acting tough, The Gods put me through Limbo and sent me here in this shape! What you'll do isn't as bad as what they done to me

(Cappucino pulls out his revolver, and then pulls out a spare, motioning ??? to grab it.)
Cappucino: Pick up the gun, kid.

???: It ain't kid...It's Sergey, Major...Sergey
*He grabs the gun and quickly fired it*

Hello fellow drink! I am not an outlaw. *shows passport*

OC

Aurther: Hey there sheriff... Something wrong?

Cappucino: Well, what do ya know? The hardened outlaw responsible for 621 dead Caffies. 'Bit shorter than I imagined, but hey, I'm no artist.

Aurther: Uh yeah sure uh who are you?

Phantom- something wrong sir?

Cappucino: Well, what do ya know? The hardened outlaw responsible for 621 dead Caffies. 'Bit shorter than I imagined, but hey, I'm no artist.

Phantom- what?...are you talking about me?...or someone else?

Cappucino: You know who I mean, outlaw.

Phantom- I'm not an outlaw. I'm lost though

(Cappucino pulls out his revolver, and then pulls out a spare, motioning Phantom to grab it.)
Cappucino: Pick up the gun, kid.

Phantom- why?

Cappucino: Time for a draw.

Phantom- what!? Why!?