At that moment, the local rabble walks in, itching for trouble. Quantum notes the wary look on the barkeep's face and asks, "Friend of yours?" "Not particularly," the barkeep mutters. "How about some service?" the guy we saw in the hanging scene demands. He's wearing one of those Western top hats that always make me think of two things -- the Mad Hatter, and Slash from Guns 'n' Roses. I think there's an unwritten rule that the guys who wear those kinds of hats are usually bad. Or at least very shifty and untrustworthy. The barkeep sets up a bottle and some shot glasses, which the Skag brings over to the Rabble's table. "Why don't you join us?" Top Hat asks the Skag. "You know I'm not allowed to do that, Mr. Bennings," the Skag answers. Isn't "skag" a slang term for an ugly chick? "It's Deputy Bennings," Deputy Ass Hat says, and then adds that he's got the power to bend local ordinances. With his foot, he pushes out a chair threateningly. The Skag sits, and Deputy Ass Hat pours him a drink, commenting that he's sure the Skag could use one after what happened last night. Everyone in the bar, including Quantum, looks wary. Deputy Ass Hat says, "Let's drink to the dearly departed. To dead Skags!" His rabble laughs. The Skag doesn't. Deputy Ass Hat tells him to drink up. The Skag barely takes a drink before he coughs and sputters. The rabble laughs. Deputy Ass Hat says he thought "[his] people" could hold their liquor. "Your friend had a few in him the night he killed Clay Stanton," Deputy Ass Hat comments. The Skag says, "He didn't drink." The You Said Something Stupid and Now You're Going to Pay brass quartet plays as Deputy Ass Hat begs his pardon.