distance

It all began with Korean rice whiskey... As I dismounted my stallion, I realized that the forces of evil had followed me the through the treacherous mountains trails, into the dark dense jungles of Moody Moog and deep into the immeasurable desert of the Pygmy Sphinx. After wiping my brow and studying the entrance to the bar I noticed two things- the men following me were actually robots (the B-9L varietal) and the bar would most likely be my grave if I was unable to reason with the robotic banditos. I checked my six-shooter. Only three bullets left. Why oh why did I purchase a revolver? Damn. But more importantly, why did I ever think it was a excellent idea to fritter away three bullets on a mischievous squirrel. I was going to have to get creative. Thank god I was endowed with a variety of super powers. What’s more, I began to understand that a karaoke battle with these automatons would be unavoidable...