I mean, by the end, yeah. You shoulda seen the explosion that broke the memory bubble he popped out of; monkeys flyin' every which way, spray paint out the wazoo, ninja bull-shirt happening left and right. But that's Nameless for you, right? Always finding trouble.

[ The dragon has started trying to claw her way up his trouser leg, but Boothill is focused on the lady in front of him as well. He's got time before his hat's in danger again. ]

Who's askin'? I know the two gals he normally hangs around with, and hair aside, you don't look like either, and you're awfully insistent...

[ Unless...? Hmm...

Dan Heng, you dog! ]