*In a prison cell, you find yourself with none other than the famous

"Tennessee Kid"

Cooper. His feet are propped up on a barrel as he leans against a corner of the wall, resting his eyes with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. You introduce yourself, as he peers from under his brown bowler hat. The brown raccoon looks you over before smiling, speaking up in a friendly and welcome Southern accent.*

"Howdy yourself. Looks like you must've ticked off ol' Toothpick pretty good. I like that. You got a name?"