It's not good. He's headed your way!
Now I'll ask you one more time.
Where's the nearest town?
B-Balloon Town... Three km west.
A Windsor M3. Pretty rare.
Jeez, the town better have a bathroom... Damn, gonna be close...
H-He's...
He's heading your way... Philly the Kid...
- Let's have some fun. - Get lost, granny!
Read 'em and weep! Shouldn't have bet your life away!
D-Damn it!
H-Hey, brat! Hold it!
Damn kids! Give that back!
What a lovely town, Casey! Think we'll find him here?
- Um, hard to tell. - Hi!
- Let me see where we are first. - Are we lost again?
Lost means not knowing where you are. We don't know where we're going.
Perhaps someone inside there knows him?
Huh? In Hangman's Bar?
It doesn't look so safe in there though.
Look, Sam!
A modified 1950 Mospeada! They're really rare! Oh, I like the horns!
But the poor thing's run-down and pink.
Who did this to you?
Hi, I'm Sam.
Special Associate Model from the kingdom of Botica...
...which I'm sure you know is very far from here. I could use some help.
Would you be so kind as to answer a question?
I'm sorry. Would you repeat that?
I see! You're fatigued.
I look forward to our next conversation!
Not him.
Oh! Hello! I'm Sam!
What was that about?
Huh? S-Sam!
Sam! Wait up!
L-Listen, man! I'm saying you've got the wrong cat!
You can't fool me. I know you're Philly the Kid.
I-I'm not the one you're looking for!
Really? Well, see, you got big hair and tattoos like him.
You collect the guns of the hunters you kill.
And these ain't toys.
They say you can't be killed.
That's something I'd like to see.
- Who are you? - Sorry to intrude.
Don't worry, boys. They don't belong to me.
You know I like my ladies a little bigger.
Hello, everyone! My name is Sam! Special Associate Model.
That's my companion Casey Turnbuckle, whom I met three days ago.
I come from the faraway kingdom of Botica.
Sorry to interrupt, but we also are looking for Philly the Kid.
But we have no interest in the bounty. We just need his help.
Will you help us, Philly?
Botica kingdom? You're kinda far from home.
Yes!
She sure don't look like no robot I ever saw. Her eyes look real.
Wasn't Botica destroyed...
Who cares!
Listen to me, doll. I don't care where you're from.
You either step away from my payday or...
W-What stinks?
That was a good dump.
Tiephoyd, you said the place was clear but didn't check the men's room?
I'm a girl.
You could've at least knocked!
Wait, Black Claw!
I'm a bounty hunter too, so let me join your crew and help!
God damn it, that hurt.
The customers-only policy here is strict.
See? Told you! That's the real Philly the Kid! That's why I...
Ow... You've gotta be kidding me.
This was my last clean shirt.
I died again?
Number 22 already? No more discount curry for me.
Looks like he's the real one.
Who are you?
We finally meet, Philly the Kid. So that curse stuff is true.
Well, we get the $10,000,000 bounty, dead or not. Lose the guns...
Hi, I'm Sam!
I've been looking for you, Philly the Kid. Please be my friend!
W-Wha?
Enough! Kill him again and tie him up!
Come on!
Thank you for your friendship!
Friendship? Think about what's going on!
I'm a Special Associate Model from Botica.
Botica?
Damn it!
As I'm sure you're aware, it's very far from here!
Bullets, bots, knives... Am I a magnet?
Taking us to Gara's Keep will be a big help!
Quit joking around!
I can rejoin my friend Prince Kelby there!
What the hell are you talking about?
Okay, I'll be your friend! Let go!
It's Philly! We found you!
This is my companion, Casey Turnbuckle, a maintenance bot.
She's the one who told me about you.
Another weirdo.
Damn, they're getting cocky.
- You know where Gara's keep is, yes? - Gara's Keep? I don't! Get off!
After years of travel, you must know the way!
Please help us!
No way! He's got two robots hanging off him and you idiots can't stop him?
Fine. No more games.
There ain't no coming back from my cannon!
Not good. So not good.
It's Casey, right? You're a maintenance bot?
That's correct! However, I'm long overdue for an upgrade...
What's that?
Get to work!
We meet again!
No escape now!
Poor thing. It's filthier inside.
This is awful. So how do I start the engine.
Oh! Could this be it?
Put the coin in to start it!
I see.
Nice!
Wow!
Die! Philly the Kid!
Hey, what the hell?
What is wrong with you?
What is that? She's no regular robot!
N-No way! She can't be a...
...Cannon Buster!
Boo!
What?
Bessie!
He's got backup?
What?
Good girl, Bessie!
Whoa! Awesome! This is so cool!
I've got a bad feeling... Real bad.
Jeez, why'd the place get trashed when I was just using the bathroom?
Give me a break.
What just happened?
Well, your head almost blew up. What the hell are you?
I'm a Special Associate Model programmed for friendship.
You're my 23rd friend this week. You are going to help us, right?
Quit joking. I got enough friends who want me dead.
I ain't dying with you!
Aren't you cute!
I'll tune you up nice.
And change up your paint job! And tires! And Gatling gun!
Hey, she's my Bessie! And how'd you get her into Raging Bull mode?
- That needs four coins! - I'm a maintenance...
Right, maintenance bot. Got it, so get out!
- Why? - You're already friends!
- Quit complaining! Out! - But Bessie and me are friends.
I don't know if the rubble hit you hard on the head, but no one is friends here!
Remember that!
What's going on?
Oh, the Botican Blitzraiders we gave the slip in the desert the other day!
What are royal troops doing here?
Seems they found us again.
Am I gonna die again? Can't be good for my health.
Hey, we're friends, right? Do that face-cannon thing again.
Face what?
Move!
Thank goodness! You'll help us, right?
Sure! Helping out annoying robots who'll get me killed is my hobby!
Thank you!
I was being sarcastic! Hell no!
What the hell are those?
Max-level Blitzraiders. Vanguard-type cannon fodder for Botica's army.
Programmed for optimum destructive efficiency...
I wasn't asking that. What'd you do to piss these things off?
They're looking for Prince Kelby, my best friend and heir to Botica.
But why they're after us is unclear.
They've been on us since we lost them in the Marrow Desert looking for you.
They're really pissed off.
Damn it!
Looks like we got the hang of this!
Fighting those bounty hunters would be way easier! Get rid of them!
Sure.
May I have your attention? These aggressions are inappropriate.
I've logged your IDs and will be discussing this with the prince...
Really?
- They don't seem receptive. - Sam, you're so cool!
You kidding?
You ain't seen the last of me, kid!
Shit...
Damn it...
This peashooter's not making a dent.
Are we in trouble?
What are you talking about? Don't underestimate me.
I always got an ace in the hole.
Eat it, you Botican dog!
Gimme a break!
That's why I said she needs a new Gatling gun.
We need a bigger weapon.
Just make Bessie big again and go wild.
Under the seats! Look for coins!
What's with this?
What's this?
Forget that! Hurry up and look! We've got no weapons!
I found one!
Shit!
What?
- What's wrong? - Seems the last one was counterfeit.
Of course!
Shit!
Booyah!
Climb, Bessie!
I love ya, my cute little ox.
She can do it! She's wonderful!