Shane has received a text message from one of the Hired Guns, alerting him of this challenge. Shane offers the following response via his phone's shaky camera while speeding down some empty dirt road in his custom 2020 TRANS AM!

Alright, so... Mr. Shooter? I appreciate you taking the time to explicitly detail just HOW little shit, bullshit, dogshit, horseshit, birdshit, goatshit, scatshit, and SHITshit, etc... you want from me on this matter. It's obvious you've done your homework on me if that's the first shit falling out of your mouth when you address me, so thank you for the flattery.

Now, on to busines: How about you actually BE where you say you're going to be when you issue your pussy ass challenges? There I was... however long ago you said to be... uh... shrugging wherever you said to be. Punctual as always... but where were YOU? That's right... NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! Probably heaving and haw'ing with your damn fully erect dick 2 inches deep in a goat's asshole, you ugly ass piece of white trash!

Thanks for making a challenge you already forfeited to me! HAHAHAHA! You insignificant, unfocused, unshowered coward! If you dare cross me I'll botch the LIVING SHIT out of you, boy. Try me. You'll be amazed how many otherwise simple moves become deadly when I'm the one botching them up! AND I LOVE IT! HAHAHA!!!!

Shane barely misses hitting a cow in the road while laughing his ass off and the phone falls, cutting off as the footage becomes distorted and we hear Shane yelling, presumably out of his window, Get the fuck off the road, Robbie Bourbon!