Entry #22: Scumbaggery

Mr. West Dickens has taken scumbaggery to a new level. If you don't count the murderous mulitude of misinthropes who exceeded even Dickens' scumbaggishness. During our trek with him on his lovely little carriage he revealed the depths of his foul trickery. He also revealed that he was entering us into a race. An easy race, at that, since we won it without trouble. We wished it would allow us to shoot the other racers, though, as that would've made it far more exciting. But such is life. Very unexciting around these parts. We now have to find a drunken arms dealer to stop the evil outlaw Bill who's nearly killed us once before and won't rest until he does it right the next time. See ya.