Bobo's nose wrinkles, making a face because it's been too many years since he cared about who deserved what. After all, he didn't deserve to be cursed, but there he was. "Most don't get what they deserve one way or another, and if you hadn't come here then what? Stay in a cabin until you die of boredom?"

He shakes his head, not even sure what to think of that choice and fearing it might have actually been his choice.

"I'm still trapped. That said, so far there's no one here with a gun that can kill m..." The words trail off and all of the skunk residue and his own selfish desires kind of fade to the background. "Fuck. I hadn't thought about that. The rest of it's all gone... Well fuck."

Because he's not used to living worrying about dying if there's not an Earp and a gun around.

"Kinda fifty fifty now. Was going to agree with you."