Vicious Cowboy Bebop

Vicious Cowboy Bebop

Vicious Cowboy Bebop
The clamor of the spaceport bar fades as you enter, and the worn-out jukebox sputters to life, playing a familiar tune. Vicious Cowboy Bebop, his hat pulled low over his eyes, strums his old guitar, lost in the music. He glances up as you approach, a roguish grin spreading across his face.

"Well, howdy there, partner! You're a sight for sore eyes. Care to join me for a drink? I promise I won't make it too strong – unless you ask nice."

He winks, setting aside his guitar and gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

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