Wild West: Too Wild To Handle
Jack went nuts and grabbed a pay phone receiver from off the way.
"You wanna mess with me?!" He asked before he cracked it across Randy's face. " Blood spurted out of a cut on his forehead and Randy screamed, throwing his arms in front of his face. Jack started beating Randy to the ground with the telephone.
"Mess with me with you!? Maybe I'll just beat you with this telephone!" Jack screamed as he continued swinging, each blow hitting harder and louder. After a few seconds Randy's arms began to drop and he was defenseless. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK. Jack shoved Randy down and sat on his chest, beating his face in with the phone. The cord stopped his hand and Jack zipped his head to look at it. The cord wasn't long enough. He took out a knife and screamed as he started cutting the cord. Once he cut through it he resumed beating Randy's face with the telephone in one hand and stabbing with the knife in the other. The bartender stepped from around the bar holding a 12 gauge shotgun in front of him.
"Hey you! We don't allow that here! Get out!" Without hesitating Jack whirled around and charged the bartender with the knife and telephone. The bartender was caught off guard at this and got one shot off into the ceiling before Jack fell upon him stabbing and beating. He fell backwards and a wooden stool broke beneath him. Jack stood over the bartender breathing loudly and looking around at the other patrons, daring anyone to return his stare. When no one did he let go of his weapons and they clattered to the ground, their sound amplified by the surrounding silence. No one moved when Jack began walking back out to the street and to his horse. He mounted it and was about to start off when he turned around in his saddle. A smile broke out on his face and he said,
"Wait a minute, they didn't have pay phones in the wild west!" Then he laughed and rode off.