Oh? You think you're man enough for my cactus? YOU REALLY THINK YOUR MAN ENOUGH FOR MY CACTUS!? SON. THAT GUN BEST BE LOADED, 'CAUSE THE ONLY WAY YOU'RE GETTING IT IS IF YOU CAN PRY IT FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS, YOU DULL TIPPED, LIMP STANDIN', WITHERED SON OF A BITCH!