I'm from the West. Out there, beyond the horizon. Past the sunset, The Far West. Yea, that's right hombres. The place I come from, we kill a man before breakfast, just to work up an appetite. We salt him, we braise him in clarified butter and then we eat him. Hell I've seen things that would make a man loose control of his glandular function. You might say I’m from everywhere there’s trouble brewing and hell waiting to be raised. You might say I’m what hell’s already raised up..