Someday, Fuminori thinks he ought to write a general letter to Wonderland and its inhabitants about his age. Right now, though, he's got a bandit and maybe a horse to deal with.

From what little he knows about Westerns, Martha's doing pretty well. It sounds good, anyway, if not cliche and scripted, as though sounding natural were their biggest worry here.

"Just give it up already." He throws in his verbal two cents. "You don't stand a chance."

Hopefully.

At that, the bandit laughs and spits in the dirt.