"Yeah, before they finally think to pull out their--"

"Just shoot the bastards!" The man with the bleeding nose shouts at last as Vash sighs dramatically, but seemingly unconcerned as everyone starts drawing their pistols to aim at the pair.

"Aw, man. I hate wasting bullets." Suddenly gunshots fill the air. Nearly instantly every single man who drew a gun is shouting in pain. Holding their hands as their weapons are shot right out of them. "They can be so expensive!"

Now a couple of the men panic. Nervously they start to back away. "Holy shit you guys. It- It really is him! Vash the Stampede! We got to get out of here!" They all scatter like flies and even the ring leader look petrified.

"Shall we get some lunch and head out?" Vash says with a meek bit of laughter.