The scene: A small West Texas cow town. A dusty stranger rides his horse to the front of the saloon, dismounts and enters.
NUKE: Bartender, give me a Whiskey. I'm lookin for that low down mangy dog who banned me- Skuzzy is his handle.
Skuzzy: (from a poker table across the room, in a low voice) Do I know you, boy?
NUKE: (turning to face Skuzzy as the piano stops playing) Next time you ban a man you better make sure you ban him permanent-like, mister.
Skuzzy: (saloon goes quiet except for the scraping of boots on the wooden floor as the other patrons scramble to get out of the line of fire) I've banned lots of people, boy. Why should I remember you?
NUKE: (blinking, looking confused) But... but... You was WRONG!! I didn't deserve no banning!
Skuzzy: (staring intently at NUKE) If you was banned you deserved it. I never ban an innocent man.
NUKE: (sweating) But... but.... It ain't fair!
Skuzzy: Well, what ya gonna do about it, boy?
NUKE: (gulping, looking nervously about the silent saloon) Why... I'm a gonna... Uh... I'm a gonna...
Skuzzy: You gonna WHAT, boy?
NUKE: (shifting feet, sweating profusely) Why... I'm gonna go fly in the Main Arena, and I'm gonna tell everyone you're a big poo-poo head! (nods head matter-of-factly) Yup, that's what I'm a-gonna do!(strides quickly out of the saloon)
Skuzzy: (turning back to his poker game to the sound of fading hoofbeats, the piano and saloon chatter) Man, I hate this job.