[i]The man merely drew his pistol and aimed it between Sketch's eyes.[/i] [b][i]"Say your prayers, rug. Your head shall make a fine decor for my helmet[/i][/b] [b][i]-What's left of it, anyway!"[/i][/b] [i]"What are you doing?! Get back, you fool!"[/i] [spoiler]Don't expect to endure or bullshit this guy.[/spoiler]