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Blondie stood at one end of the cemetery. Angel Eyes stood at another. Tuco stood at the third. The music rose. Eyes narrowed. Hands hovered over revolvers. Then a Rabbid wandered into the centre of the triangle carrying a shovel. Nobody moved. The Rabbid began digging. Tuco’s eyes widened.
“HEY! You! Rat! Rabbit! Whatever you are! Stop!”
The Rabbid dug faster. Angel Eyes drew first. Blondie shot the gun from his hand. Tuco ran toward the grave. The Rabbid screamed.
“BWAAAAAAH!”
The standoff collapsed completely. Ten minutes later, Tuco was chasing the Rabbid through Sad Hill while Blondie sat on a grave marker smoking. Angel Eyes, furious beyond language, attempted to recover his dignity.
“What is that thing?”
Blondie shrugged.