Excuse me.What are you, kidding?Oh, my God. I’m out of bullets.Something I never expected to hear you say.We’ll go out the back. Scuttle!Come on. Up, up.Come on, come on, come on. I’m trying.Oh, my God.Okay, we gotta find Clay.Should be easy. He’s wearing a cowboy hat.Nice try, cowboy.Been a while since anybody rode this bull to the eightsecond mark.
