Bullseye stared, a dumbfounded expression washing over his face.

"Is that are serious question, or are you just pullin' my leg?" He snorted, his gaze casually shifting to his arm and he began idly brushing a few crumbs of dart off his suit. Clearly, he wasn't interested. "Alright, listen. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit right now. I'm not even gonna answer whatever the fuck you just said."

He promptly turned around, and drew his gun, aiming it at the man. "Wait'cher turn," he called out behind him, before pulling the trigger.