Cletis, perplexed, scratched his head with the sight on his revolver. This tipped his hat forward, giving him a thoughtful and determined look he figgered.
“Do ya see her, Paw?” cried Skeeter.
“Jesus Christ!” Cletis shrieked. “You’re Randi Moss?”
“It’s ‘Randy,’” Moss explained. “With a ‘Y.’”
“Dammit,” says Cletis. “We thought you was a porn star.”
“Nope,” says Randy.
“Do ya see her, Paw?” called Skeeter.
“Uh,” said Cletis, scratching his head. “Well sort of-“
Suddenly, the approaching sound of Skeeter's hard shoes, running. “Did you invite her to the ceremony where we give here the Key to the City?” Skeeter skidded clumsily around the corner, and locked eyes on Randy.
“Paw, this man is black,” he breathed, drawing his gun.
“I know that,” said Cletis. “This here is Randy Moss. With a ‘Y’. Now Skeeter Rommel McCoy, put that gun away affer ya does somethin stupid.”