I've challenged you to a shootout and I'm confident I'll show you I've got the fastest draw in mid-Wales. All Wales actually. Or maybe all of the UK. Anyway, there's no way you're gonna beat me! Dressed only in sheer black stockings and garter belt (I don't need protection), I count down to 3 and draw. Oh my God!!! You shot me????! I collapse to the floor, twitching my stocking-clad feet, but revive after a few seconds, furious, confused, and ready for a re-match. Best of three! But try as I might, over and over again you keep winning. I keep falling to the floor. This is so annoying and humiliating! Let's try it a different way. Oh no! You shot me again! This is unacceptable! I don't get lucky a single time! And falling to the floor over and over again is getting painful and annoying and embarrassing. I wish I'd worn more clothes now. I was just so confident that I'd win! This is the worst day ever!