[i]"If that's some sort of innuendo for fingering, I'll let you know I'm straight." The cowboy jested with the man as he tipped his had further on the slant it already remained at so the sun didn't beat into the eyes of this Techno-Cowboy, because even with one augmented eye he needed the other intact for depth perception purposes. He crouched down to the soil and dirt beneath which was practically bending and creating inward slants and bowls on the surface due to the weight of all the Marshal's augments, which had accumulated quite a weight all throughout his body, all as he looked to the finger with a disgusted look upon his slightly aged mug. [/i]