"Call me Stetson," the Doctor chew on a straw.
The bandits laughed.
"Stetsons are cool," the Doctor failed at a tough western accent.
He spat out the straw, frowning. They weren't properly impressed.
"I'm gonna make this place a clean town! When I leave, the law will stay!" He moved his stetson, attempting a mysterious smile.
The bandits stared open-mouthed.
Through blunder and luck, the town was saved. Soon after, the bored Doctor headed towards his Tardis.
"Hey, Stetson," a bullet missed him by inches. "You were wrong. The law left town with you."
His stetson falling, the Doctor ran.
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