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It was during the scene where he pulls off a daring train heist while humming a catchy tune that I realized I didn't just admire Arthur, I wanted to embrace my inner rogue. So from then on, not only did I start perfecting my poker face and speaking in sly one-liners, but I also dabbled in a bit of safe-cracking, horse rustling, and, well, liberating the occasional shiny object from unsuspecting folks. I began adopting a more stoic and thoughtful demeanor, speaking in measured words and showing kindness only to those closest to me. I also started honing my combat skills, learning survival techniques, and preparing my own meals – donning weathered coats and relying on a pocket watch like Arthur's.
Are cool
AF too very entertaining