[center][h3][b][color=9e0b0f]McCree[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
	McCree had been all over the world, looking for the perfect bar. The bar, where it had his usual drinks and it has ten clocks. He walked from California to Berlin as he looked for the one bar. Then he found it at the middle of nowhere. McCree walked towards the door and pulled out his pistols. There was a moment of silence as he taste the air and licked his lips. He was getting ready for his grand entrance. He breathed heavily and looked at the door before kicking it.

The doors crashed to the ground as he yelled out to the confused customers, "IT'S HIGH NOON!"

He fired his peacekeeping pistols as several customers fell the ground. Suddenly, he was getting points for killing every customer. Then, all of the customers were dead. The bartender was the only left as he looked like he saw a ghost. McCree walked towards the bartender and looked at him all seriously. "Get me the usual, because it's high no-."

He looked at the clock and realized that it was 12:02. McCree dropped his pistols to the ground and collapsed as he yelled out, "NOOOO! IT WASN'T HIGH NOON!"

The bartender just severed his usual drink and then changed the clock to high noon. McCree looked up as the tears suddenly disappeared out of his face and he grabbed his pistol. "It was high noon after all." he proclaimed to the bartender. He just shook his head as he went back to clearing the bar.

"Now that I have got my drink." he said to his self, "I need to get kid." He drank his drink as he left the bar and raced towards an unknown location. The bartender looked at the mess that he had to clear up and started to cry.