"Then one day I hear "Reach for it, mister." I spun around, and there I was, standing face to face with a six-year-old kid. Well, I just laid down my guns and walked away... Little bastard shot me in the ass! So I limped to the nearest saloon, crawled inside a whiskey bottle, and I've been there ever since."
"Are we awake?
We're not sure. Are we... black?
Yes, we are.
Then we're awake... but we're very puzzled."