Jayne at a shady equipment dealer,

on a backwater moon,

singing a very familiar song...

"I'll take that gun, tripod stand,

And the matching ammo brand..

I don't care, 'bout no sling,

Hand me that shiney whatchathing.."

"I'll take 'im out, with a crack,

that sommbitch ain't comin' back..

I don't care, what I need,

gots enough here to make 'im bleed.."

*Violins swell, as Jayne assembles his new weapon at the dealer...*

*Sha-shunk*

"There's no place, he can be,

No place that ol' Jayne can't see.. *pweeeeeeeeeeEE-*

Ya say This here Thermal scope is free..?"

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