Chase down the Insect Disk!

Were you even paying attention? She clearly just said she was an Arachnid. Curse you Texas the Weasel.

Texas casually drew her revolver, and with an action star flick, spun the cylinder open. Placing her thumb over the three good rounds. She tilted the gun back and knocked the three spent casings to the ground. They pattered against the dusty desert floor, rolling around and getting swept up by the wind. Carefully replacing the three shiny golden bullets, she snapped the gun shut with a flick of her wrist.

"Stay out of mah town."

She said to the crowd, really wanting to drive home the Holy Shit, The Sheriff actually won! Of the Moment. Sliding her revolver back into the leather holster, she tilted her head down so the brim of her hat hid her eyes. Walking forward, the crowd parted for the lawmen as she followed the water flow after the runaway Crustacean Frisbee. As soon as she was out of view of the townsfolk, she sucked in a deep breath.

"Ah fuckin' DID IT! YEEEEEE-HAW!"

Pride overwhelmed her tiny fuzzy body as she realized she won without getting battered, splattered, or flattened. I tried to rhyme flattered, I really did. She sucked in rapid breaths trying to calm her racing heart, while walking towards the disk.

"Alright, start talkin' ya spherical scorp! Where is your boss?! Do not make meh ask ya again!"

Texas planted her boot onto the albino disk, arising an angered hiss from the compacted girl.

"How about I hang you with my tail like its the gallows, you lucky fucking ska-"

Texas stomped down, the pressure silencing Pepper and causing a notable rage to show in her visible eyes. This was actually quite enjoyable for Texas. If this was what winning was like... Hell, maybe she'd have to do it more often. Grinding her dusty boot down on her prisoner, she narrowed her eyes.

"Ah said I wasn't gonna ask again. Guess I'll just hafta..."