... a sheriff. A deputy of the law. You know, now that I think about it, that's pretty inhumane. Honestly, they didn't actually hurt that badly, they were more of a way to keep someone from moving so she could get a better line of sight with her rifle.

[ He pales, thinking about the repercussions. Thankfully, chewing on the cupcake in his hand keeps him from saying anything more until after he finishes it. ]

But hey! Thank you for the tasty cake. [ A beat, then: ] So, what exactly is this place for, other than eating?

[ He came for the free food, after all. ]