“The stage was set for an awesome ballet of death.”
A gunfighter enters a bar in search of a drink, and things do not go as expected, as an unseen narrator starts messing with everyone in this lightning-fast Old West spoof.
Dropping truth bombs, both dangerous and raunchy, the voice from the heavens pokes and prods, taking great, deadpan delight in setting up the aforementioned shoot-out.
From Sally, the itchy whore, to the guy who’s been messing with his neighbor’s livestock, and not in the conventional sense, everyone has a secret.
Slap those irons and tickle my ribs.