Stirrup stared expectantly as Buford disappeared around the corner. "Lil' Nelly? This had better be..." The lizard's mouth snapped shut as Nelly was brought out front. For a long while, he didn't say anything, the corners of his mouth starting to turn downwards. Then, with slow steps, he approached the dark blue roadrunner, his face dropping so low it looked like it might start dragging on the floor. Nelly and Stirrup stared at each other for a while, the bird shifting his feet nervously.
"What... is... this?!" Stirrup growled, spinning around to face the others. "This some kinda joke?! Lookit 'im! He's gonna keel over any second! He's all raggedy an' thin like," the ragged and thin lizard complained. "An' I bet you ain't never even killed a man jus' fer lookin' at ya funny, then worn his clothes fer a week t'celebrate? Huh?" he demanded the creature. "Have ya?!" Nelly blinked back at him, tilting his head apprehensively. "Stupid bird!" Stirrup cried, wheeling around and gesturing wildly at Rango. "I'm gonna turn 'im into a barbeque! Now, you'd better jus' go an' - Gah!" The lizard spun at a sharp pain in his tail, drawing his pistol and pointing it at the roadrunner. "You little..."
Nelly was looking around in an exaggerated show of innocence. Stirrup paused, looked down at where he'd been bitten, then holstered his gun with a toothy grin starting to appear on his face. "Maybe y'ain't so bad... I can see a killer in ya yet. I'll take 'im!" Nelly blinked and coughed.