I must confess, I am curious as to what your intentions may be for waking me from my death bed. Ah yes, my sincerest apologies for not addressing you properly Mun, but I believe you may have thrown this together with nothing more then a lick and a promise. While I may be a might grateful for the resurrection from the bone orchard it would seem that you are balled up with what you would do with me now that I have arrived centre stage.
[With a faint smile the pale man removes a blood stained handkerchief from his vest pocket and coughs for a moment. When the fit passes he carefully wipes away the blood on his lips and places the folded fabric away again.]
Forgive me if I don't shake hands, but it would seem that my affliction remains despite your intentions. While I hate to ruin this enchanted moment we seem to be sharing perhaps you could answer a few simple questions before this lunger Peter's out. I can stand the gaff with the best of men but to throw me into a world hundreds of years ahead of my own, while still feeling dragged out...you sir, are trying to bilk me!
[His slender fingers came to rest against the ivory handle of his pistol and taps it for a moment as he considers his course of action.]
I am game for most things but I would rather be made Gospel sharp then to find myself dying on a strange world. So if you wish to make an acord with a person of my good standing then I will consider it. Should the setting prove familiar and grand then I'm your huckleberry, but cross me Mun and my consumption will not slow me for even a moment when I draw down on you. Remember, we both know that you're no daisy!
[With the tip of his hat Doc turns and walks away.]
