[Yeah, these are stupid questions and they tick him off (then again, not much doesn’t tick him off these days). Luckily, 76 has only asked if McCree had stupid questions, and certainly did not state that he would answer them.
He’s not going to answer them, but for the record: he doesn’t know his hat size, like fifty-five-ish, and though he can scrub down in water fairly regularly, soap is a little more difficult to come by, especially when he’s moving frequently. McCree smells like sweat and dirt and horse, so he’s really got no room at all to talk, because that's arguably worse than sweat and dirt and pulse munitions.
It seems more prudent to steer the discussion back to their immediate plan. He can see the little houses of the town in the distance, now (or at least, he sees a change in color a ways off that might indicate some kind of civilization), and he wants a pressing issue addressed.]
Hope you’ve got a place to store our gear.
[In broad daylight. While they have a great time in town. 76 is clearly concerned about his several dozen pounds of stolen experimental military equipment.]
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He’s not going to answer them, but for the record: he doesn’t know his hat size, like fifty-five-ish, and though he can scrub down in water fairly regularly, soap is a little more difficult to come by, especially when he’s moving frequently. McCree smells like sweat and dirt and horse, so he’s really got no room at all to talk, because that's arguably worse than sweat and dirt and pulse munitions.
It seems more prudent to steer the discussion back to their immediate plan. He can see the little houses of the town in the distance, now (or at least, he sees a change in color a ways off that might indicate some kind of civilization), and he wants a pressing issue addressed.]
Hope you’ve got a place to store our gear.
[In broad daylight. While they have a great time in town. 76 is clearly concerned about his several dozen pounds of stolen experimental military equipment.]