T\'was a cold, cold day in Kada\'s tavern. The regulars were tossing back their normal ales.They were a little more drunken and disgruntled this day, which normally meant good business for Kada, but her top cutomer, Kiern was missing today. \"I bet he\'s drinking somehwere else,\" thought Kada when her thoughts were interrupted by the loud sounds of horses.
Suddenly a crazy bunch of Texans burst into the bar. Kada recognized these disgruntled (and very drunken) Texans they were none other than Kiern, Link and Woob. Kada reminded the Texans that the 1800s were still far away and Cowboys wouldn\'t come for a long time. \"Yer plum crazy, Woman!\" yelled Woob, the least intelligible of the trio. Link reminded woob that even though he was from the future and very drunk that he still had to use correct grammar. \"Gimme yer finest prostitute!\" said woob. Again Kada reminded him that it was a BAR, not a southwestern whorehouse. Kiern, the obvious leader of the bunch reminded the crew that they had come to start a stereotypical old western bar fight. \"Jack Nabit, I done forgot bout that.\" said woob as he fired his revolvers. \"You ALREADY forgot ABOUT that\", corrected link. Once more Kada opened woob\'s eyes, and informed Woob that revolvers aren\'t made yet, \"Perhaps you should fire a short bow into the ceiling.\" she suggested. The Texans finally gave up, they needed too much technogoly and words that haven\'t been made, plus kada telegraphed Sheiff Vengeance already. Also, Link and Kiern were fairly certian that Woob had soiled himself. Kiern sat down, and Kada had her regular back.
