[ EU ] The Terminator gets sent back to the wild west .

`` Hasta la vista, pahtnuh,'' the Terminator says as he opens the double doors. The sunlight behind him renders him a shadow. Jack Marston, the man who's robbed the First National Bank, sips his scotch in response. His gaze settles on the shelves of bottles behind the bar. He thought his wide-brim hat would offer him some anonymity, but bounties make people pay attention. `` Why ahru n't you tahking to me?'' The Terminator's steps are heavy on the floorboards. `` I know who you ahr.'' 
 
 `` Nobody knows me, partner,'' Jack Marston says, turning away from the shelves. The Terminator deals with insolence objectively, his jaw hardening with a frown. 
 
 `` I challunge you to a doouhl.'' 
 
 `` Where I come from,'' Jack Marston lazily fires back, `` We only duel at high noon. You know what high noon is, partner?'' 
 
 `` My maaind is ahn ensaiklopeedyuh. Of kohus I know wat hai noon is. It duzz n't mattugh. I can face the sughn. I'm weahring sunglahsses you idiughtt.'' 
 
 `` Have it your way, partner.'' 
 
 They're outside. A tumbleweed performs its job perfectly, hopping across the vast path of sand that rests between them. Jack Marston draws. He knows he'll get a bullet right between this Austrian clown's eyes. The Terminator takes out two AK47s and unloads both clips into Jack Marston's abdomen. 
 
 The end.
