You step outside and everyone seems to be looking at you. Pointing and talking to one another.
A little kid comes running up to you.
"Mister, mister! Are you the one who's gonna die today?" You look down at his little pudgy face.
"Run along kid." You pat him atop his head.
Everyone in town seems to have their eyes on you. It seems someone let the word out on the showdown later today.
You grip your Remington tightly and make your way to the center of the road.
You're not sure whether you want to fight Cell now and get it over with, or wait and test your skills.
An old man comes up to you and starts talking.
"Son, I've never used that weapon, no one around here has. I don't think you can get the job done with that." The old man pulls on his beard. "You should've gone with something smaller, a revolver or something."
"Uh, how does everyone know what's going on?"
"The big guy came through here about two minutes ago and declared to everyone that he was going to have a showdown with you." Obviously he means Cell. "May god be with you, because that gun isn't going to win it for you."
"Uh, thanks, I guess." You stammer, a little nervous.
The old man doesn't seem too confident in you, or your gun. Maybe you shouldn't fight Cell now.
On the other hand: WHAT THE HELL DOES HE KNOW? You've used that gun for years. You're a pro with it! You can take Cell!
So what do you do?
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