"You think putting up a statue means you get to cut ahead of The Family? Why don't you put your mother up there instead?!"
The woman frowned.
"This is a public space. If you want to act crazy, do it somewhere else, all right?"
"Exactly," the other Dreamville residents chimed in.
"You don't get to decide this on your own. You can't just claim this spot for yourself... No one's going to accept that."
"I don't get to decide? Why not? Says who?" The man looked around at everyone present.
"I thought Dreamville was supposed to be free. I'm doing this for this last Elysian Realm, aren't I?"
"Besides, Mika hasn't said a word. Who are you to stand here and run your mouths..."
Boothill strolled up to them.
"Hey, fellas. Mind settling down?"
"Got a question for you. Anything strange happen in this Dreamville place lately?"
"?" The man scowled when Boothill stepped in front of him. "Who are you? Can't you see I'm talking?!"
"I can, but all you're saying is hogwash." Boothill spun his revolver. "They told you it's a public space. Who the fudge says you get to put up a statue?"
"Now scram, unless you want to get in my way."
"Otherwise..."
Boothill slowly began loading his revolver.
"..." The man narrowed his eyes and snapped, "What the hell? You think you can scare me?"
"Oh, I get it. They brought you in to back them up!"
"Hah. Like I can't call in backup!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a large group rushed out behind him and surrounded Boothill and the residents.
"?"
Boothill counted them. There were more than twenty.
"What gives? All these people want to put up a statue in this dump?"
"Fudge. Is there something special about this spot...? Well,