Heh, well, I’m flattered you’ve heard of me. You’re right: I should be in the throes of an early retirement, but unfortunately, I left a few too many NCR troopers dead in my wake during a job that didn’t exactly go the way I wanted. And thanks to one sour job, that just about dashed any chance of showing my face in public anymore. Luckily, Cooke was pretty happy to see me when I showed up to his door.

So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Shame. I thought you were all smarter than that. In that case, enjoy your night; It’ll be your last.

Young man, you must think you’re hot shit comin’ all this way, thinking your rag-tag little band could buy my boys out like some whores. You’d have been better off blowing my head off…