Fashioning his hair into one with a ruffle from his jogger's pocket as he'd soar through the streets of Mock Town, the purple haired rebel finally stumbled upon the sign of the Wild Cherry Bar, after traversing about two streets adjacent, and taking a few tips from some startled drunks at the man's additional appendages. Clearing the doors of the saloon, retracting his wings inward, Gus would stumble in the bar to familiar faces. Sitting by the bar were 'three' associates of his mistress, and in the middle of the rag tag pack was a larger gentleman wearing a sombrero. The four men sat in merriment, of course, until Augustus entered, and then, as his lucks permits it, the quiet early morning trio turned into a petrified collection of bar ordainments. Whistling, Gus would shuffle towards the party of four, sliding up a stool next to left most member, wrapping his right hand around the man's neck. Upon sitting down, he'd hear one of the men rattle the words that they'd been waiting to snitch for weeks.

"Boss. The Purple Haired Brats the one whose been rattling yer' old ladies bones." one of the men blurted out, in almost a confessional type manner.

The fat faced honcho's mood went from dopey, to immediate facial declaration of anger. Tossing away the man Gus had his arm wrapped around, before Gus could've input his usual witty banter, the smaller, six footer reached for his pistol, and extending it with much haste. Pressing against the 9ft Winged Male's abdomen, "Buenos Dias, Senor. My amigos were telling me you've been real good to my old' lady." the sombrero wearing man inquired, though, it was more of statement than anything else.

"Huh? I don't understand whatever that was at the beginning of your sentence. Is that some circle jerking code you yak with your buddies? Old Lady? A deviant I might be but I wouldn't spend my nights... Let alone my mornings with anyone 'old'. I have been indulging in quite a few respectable women. I'd even go as far as to say, I'd be the whore in this situation. Though, what I'm paid for my services isn't exactly tangible." Gus declared, grinning to himself in approval of the response, as if his dialogue was for some unknown critique in the crowd of a stage play.

However, fancy talking often got you one of two things on Jaya. Dead or Robbed. The infuriated male who didn't understand half of the winged man's speech, feeling belittled, cocked the trigger on his pistol, and with that one motion, Gus reached at his waist, unsheathing his blade and placing his katana's face upwards inches away from the man's scrotum.

"Espera Un Minuto Cabrón." Gus announced to the man, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "Fuck! I thought you didn't speak the language?" the male stated panicking, his hand shaking as he'd released his manhood was inches away from having an unsanctioned vasectomy. "Now let's go from the beginning, it's bad manners to raise a gun to a man's face. Whose the lucky lady that's been rumour to be spending a time with me? I'm an honest enough man. Tell her name, and I'll confirm or deny." Gus inquired. The two remaining grunts frozen in fear where glared at by their boss to respond but neither man dare speak.

"Sandra. Sandra Waters. She's my wife. I'm a rookie pirate with a bounty on my head! If you lay one hand on me, my boss and his men will murder you and that cheating bitch!" the fat faced man shouted panting heavily.

"Oh Sally! She told me her husband was coming back today! Damn. She really stepped down for you huh? Life on Jaya must be hard pickings." Gus stated nonchalantly scratching his head with his available hand.

To Gus's statement, the married man would only scowl but his finger stayed prime against the trigger, as Gus's blade on route to the assailant's crown jewels.

Picking up one of the men's unfinished whiskey sours, Gus would down the drink in one go. "Your boss would come to revenge kill us huh? If you kill me, I'll haunt you for 1,000,000 Lifetimes. Trust me. I'm that petty. I'll even throw in all your offspring to!" Gus stated. "However, if your boss wants to find me in this lifetime... Tell him... Instead of picking on your poor wife, he can come fight for your honour. After all, I forced her into my bed. Oops. Your bed." Gus stated grinning.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" the sombrero male shouted, having enough of this charade. Infuriated, his finger inched to squeeze back on the trigger but by then, Rose had already ripped open his scrotum onto the ground, his two testis dropping out onto the floor.

"Boss!" the grunts shouted.

Swinging the blade clean of blood, the Winged Swordsman sheathed his blade in seconds, taking a seat at the bar. "Go tell your real boss that Augustus Fall is looking for him. He can find me at right here until sundown. It's been awhile since I've killed someone. It'd apply pressure to that wound... Or you might bleed out." Gus concluded, dripping of bloodlust. Leaning down with his long limbs, he'd pick up the loose pistol off the ground and rest it on the table, incase the other men had any ideas.

Scuttling out of the bar, both men's hand pressed against their bosses crotch with makeshift sweaty garments as bandages, retrieving the final man, the party of four quickly fled the premises.

"HEY!" the bartender exclaimed. "YOU SHITS DIDN'T PAY YER BAR TAB AND THERE'S BLOOD ALL OVER MY FUCKING FLOOR." the barkeep continued.

Reaching into his backpack's side compartment, and sliding a couple thousand beli towards the owner's way, "I'll cover the drinks but the blood's on you. Can I get two more of whatever it was they were drinking, that stuff was smooth." Gus concluded.

Exit.