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Many of them were mumbling their ideas about their fate, most of which were influenced by the Rattlesnake Roundup story. Jake would roll his eyes, at least when he thought his eyes were open.
With it being pitch black in here, it was hard to know if your eyes were open or not and he had to blink hard several times to confirm that he's not just looking at the back of his eyelids.
The air had gotten even more stuffy as time passed by and there was a new scent to it. No doubt the smell of death, as some of the others just couldn't make it.
He was just about to doze off for what must've been the fifth time that day when they felt the car stop and heard the doors open. Everyone who was still alive were awake and rather alarmed when the tub was lifted up and rocking with the movements of the humans inside.
Jake narrowed his eyes, aiming his tail up when he reminded himself that he had no bullets to fire The tub jolted as they were put down and the top was finally removed.
Wonderful fresh air was let in, but at a price. After being cooped up in the darkness for so long, Jake cringed as light flooded into his eyes, the shade of his hat barely helping.
Eyes squeezed shut, he still made a lurch upwards for freedom, but he was caught tight behind the head once more and his tail was also restrained and rendered more useless than it already was.
He didn't even get to finish his cursing demand when he was tossed into a corralled pit, landing on multiple other snakes, who barely made an effort to move out from under him.
The reason was clear when he slowly opened his eyes and they immediately widened when he saw how crowded this place was. Almost every square inch of this pit was covered in rattlers of all sorts, most of them of his own species.
The floor wasn't even visible under the serpentine carpet and you couldn't move an inch without climbing over ten other snakes.
There was even crushed and suffocated bodies of the reptiles that were no doubt unfortunate enough to be at the bottom of the pile.
Ugh, and the smell; it was worse than the tub! His tongue picked up all sorts of disgusting odors, from humans to blood to corpses to stuff he'd rather not mention.
And above all of that was the scent of fear from the other snakes. He saw panic and terror in the eyes of the snakes who shared this pit with him, and for once, he didn't like the look at all.
His stunned state didn't last long when he felt a couple other snakes fall onto him and he managed to pull himself away, shoving his way past a few other snakes as he did so.
The other rattlers that he shared the journey with were being emptied into the pit; rattlesnakes of all ages, of all sizes, of all species under the sun, it seemed.
A few of the youngsters began to cry and called for their mothers, many of them never getting an answer back. Jake paid as little mind to the noise and the odor and the lack of personal space as he could, staying focused on his goal to escape and trying to figure out where they were and what was going on beyond the walls hemming them in.
His efforts were in vain and the only thing he could gather is that once the humans took you out, you weren't to be seen again. Only one thing came to his mind:.
It was a real thing after all, not just some scary story made up by elder snakes who wished to frighten the young ones.
There really was such a thing going on and now everything that happened was starting to make sense to him. Well, he had no intention of staying here and he pushed and shoved his way through the heavy crowd, -really, such a word was an extreme understatement-, to what looked to be the corral door and beyond that, displayed high above, was a EXIT sign that no doubt led to the outside.
He pushed himself against it and the other snakes around him seemed to catch on to his idea, pushing the door themselves.
But it was useless; the door was locked from the outside. Cursing under his breath, Jake thought for a moment before an idea got to him.
Perhaps he can shoot his way out. A few well placed shots might weaken the door enough to set them all free; it was well worth a try.
Giving his tail a precise jerk, the empty gun slid open segment by segment. Turning his head to the numerous belts running down his body, he used his forked tongue like a two-fingered hand, expertly 'grabbing' each bullet, sliding them out of their respective holders, and putting them in their individual slots.
It took only a few moments as he had plenty of practice at doing this and once he was fully loaded, he gave another precise jerk of his tail, reattaching the segments before cocking his weapon and aiming at the door.
But it seems as if luck was against him yet again and he felt himself being grabbed in an all-too-familiar hold. Although he struggled with every ounce of anything he had, he refrained himself from repeating his mistake and wasting his ammo.
He learned that lesson twice already. He'll have to wait for a more opportune time to be able to use it to full effeciency. Until then, he kept up his almost half-hearted thrashings, being careful not to waste too much energy so he can easily make his getaway when that right moment happened.
He kept note of where he was being taken, mapping in his head which direction the corral was and where the exit was. He was first taken to a long table and he growled and hissed as he was pressed into its surface, his body rather forcefully and painfully stretched out straight as much as it could.
He couldn't keep back a wince and his tail rattled ominously as the human holding him tried to get a few more inches out of him. Congratulations on that, son!
They were measuring him? Well, if he wasn't so ticked, he might've been a bit prouder at his considerable size. Finally, he was lifted off the table and he was allowed to relax his body, trying to fill out the aches that came from having been pulled to the limit.
He'll be feeling that tomorrow After a moment spent on keeping him on some kind of scale, he was taken away from the table and towards another table covered in assorted cups filled with some kind of fluid Jake couldn't really make out.
He was rather roughly given to another human and he curse aloud, as this new grip was so tight, it almost choked him.
Haven't these humans heard of the word 'respect'? That's what they should be treating him with! His bite alone could kill them, he could wrap his body around their neck and squeeze the life out of them, the end of his tail had a fully loaded gun that he can shoot at will!
Every inch of his scaly body was made to kill. If there was a snake you shouldn't mess around with, it was him! He didn't have another moment to fume however, as the human pushed a cup against his mouth, practically prying it open.
Jake didn't know what they wanted, but he really wanted to bite something, so he bit the cup. But his fangs became hooked and stuck and he couldn't pull away.
Venom squirted from his mouth into the cup I swear, his venom looks like Mountain Dew I'll shut up now and he soon stopped the flow to avoid wasting the deadly liquid on something he couldn't even eat.
But when the venom stopped, the grip on him tightened, forcing out even more. Jake realized that they were trying to steal his poison, take every last ounce of it.
In anger, he tried to shift his gun to shoot the offending human, but couldn't as it was still restrained and aimed uselessly at the ground.
After what seemed like forever, no more venom can be forced out and his fangs were pulled free and the cup was placed indistinguishable amongst the other cups, each no doubt containing the venom of many rattlers that came before him.
Why would these humans want his venom? Surely they weren't stupid enough to try and drink it. And leaving it out like that would only contaminate it What a waste.
Transferred back to the original human that held him, Jake was grumbling under his breath, growing sicker and sicker of this with every passing moment.
But it seemed he didn't have long to endure as he was taken to yet another table where many humans, each with their unwilling hostages, were standing in line for something.
Jake couldn't see what was happening, but he heard it pretty well. Each time a new rattler was taken to the table, they would scream bloody murder and yell random begging words before a loud cutting sound was heard and the pleas went dead silent.
Jake tried to look at what was happening, but he didn't see it clearly until he was one snake away from his turn.
His eyes widened from more disbelief than actual fear. The humans were chopping the heads off the snakes before ripping the skin off their still-thrashing bodies and throwing the gasping, still-living heads into a bucket that was practically full.
It was enough to make even the most hardcore gunslinger sick to his stomach and Jake was no exception.
He was a stone killer, yes, but this And soon, he'll be one of them He was to be tranferred again to meet his demise, but this time, he had an idea.
In the split-second when his captor's grip loosened and the potentional captor's grip had yet to tighten around him, Jake struggled with every ounce of strength, succeeding in getting free and falling to the ground.
He barely needed to recover as he glared up at the humans and took aim. Chaos erupted as the humans began to scream instinctively at the gunfire that seemingly came out of nowhere.
Using his ammo wisely, Jake ceased his fire and slithered off at top speed towards the exit, the freed and grateful rattlers following him, all being careful about the crushing human stampede going on around them.
Reaching the exit, Jake paused and turned to the corral door, aiming his tail at the latch holding it closed and blasting it with a few well-placed bullets.
The weight of the many snakes leaning on the door opened it wide and the snakes, recovering quickly from their surprise, made for freedom.
Jake stayed where he was, making sure the last of the freed rattlers would get away safely before turning and watching the panicked humans flee around mindlessly.
At the top of his voice, making sure at least some of the humans would hear him, he gave them a message:. He fired a few extra shots into the crowd for deadly emphasis before turning away and leaving the place in chaos.
He was a bit battered and bruised and felt aches all over his body, but he's alive. He still had plenty of ammunition and his venom was already starting to replenish itself.
Homing instincts urging him towards the sunset, towards the familiar Mojave desert, Jake smirked as his tail gave a few triumphant rattling shakes and he slithered off back to the place he called home.
Something inspired when I saw a few videos of the terrible Rattlesnake Roundups and thought: 'If only Jake was there, those poor snakes might've been saved.
Really, I don't think of Jake as being completely evil. Obviously, he holds some honor and I think that with his job, he might've done some good deeds if hired by the right person.
In fact, during the whole first encounter he had with Rango, it seemed to me that Jake genuinely thought the lizard to be a bad person who was trying to con these "good people".
We'd be thirsty, real thirsty! Why, we'd turn on each other like a bunch of animals! Waffles: It's about time we had a hero 'round here!
Waffles: It's about time we had a hero around here. Sergeant Turley: We're experiencing a paradigm shift!
Elgin: I'm gonna shift the features on your face if you don't shut up! Waffles: Ow, my eye! Waffles: Ow! My eye! Rango: That's gonna heal right up!
Rango: Uh Waffles: I'm sensing hostility! Waffles: I am sensing hostility! Balthazar: Looks like we're gonna have ourselves a good old-fashioned stand-off!
Rango: The name's Rango: The name's Rango. Rattlesnake Jake: Sign the damn paper, woman! Beans: Go to hell. Rattlesnake Jake: Where do you think I come from?
Look into my eyes. I want to see you die. Angelique: 'Ello, Beans. Beans: Hello, Angelique. Angelique: Tart. Beans: Floosy. Angelique: Trollup. Beans: I suppose we should bury him Beans: I suppose we should bury him.
Elgin: I dunno, birds gotta eat too. Waffles: Circle of life! Rango: "Well, I'm glad to hear it's not contagious. Rango: Well, I'm glad to hear it's not contagious.
Merrimack: Was this during one of your [freezes in place] 'special times? Rattlesnake Jake: You got killer in your eyes, son?
I don't see it Rattlesnake Jake: You got killer in your eyes, son. I don't see it. Rattlesnake Jake: to Rango I'm gonna blow so many holes in you, your guts'll be leaking lead!
Rattlesnake Jake: I'm gonna blow so many holes in you your guts will be leakin' lead! Beans: We are gathered here today to honour this man, Mr.
You have the right to remain silent, speak now or forever hold your peace. Rango: Know that I will be there watching you. Sometimes at inappropriate moments.
That's part of the deal. Rango: Know that I will always be watching you! Sometimes at inappropriate moments!
That's part of the deal! Rango: I see you're consulting with the spirits. Wounded Bird: No, I'm molting. It means I'm ready to mate.
Rango: I'll Beans: playing the princess I yearn for love. Wounded Bird: scratching his down feathers and scattering them into the wind. Rango: [Wounded Bird is scratching his down feathers and scattering them into the wind] I see you're communicating with the great spirits.
Rango: I see you're communicating with the great spirits. Wounded Bird: No. I'm molting. Rango: now aint no one is goin tango with the rango.
Rango: Ain't Nobody going to Tango with the Rango. Rango: my name is rango. Rango: My name is Rango.
Rango: Now, We Ride! Rango: Now, we ride! Spoons: riding Where are we going? Rango: distracted What? Spoons: Where are we going?! Rango: There Rango: There all better.
Rango: What was that for? Priscilla: You're funny-looking. Rango: Well, you're funny-looking too. Priscilla: That's a funny-looking shirt.
Rango: That's a funny-looking hat. Priscilla: You've got funny-looking eyes. Rango: You've got a funny-looking face! Roadkill: Destiny, she is kind to you.
Priscilla: You're a stranger. Strangers don't last long here. Beans: You ain't from 'round here, are you? Rango: It's an art, not a science!
Rango: I couldn't help but notice you noticing me noticing you. Rattlesnake Jake: One bullet I tip my hat to you, one legend to another. Rango: whatever you do dont look down.
Rango: Whatever you don't look down. Rango: looks down. Rango: screams. Rango: [to Beans] Don't worry, I got a plan.
Beans: [rolls eyes]. Rango: Uh. Okay, plan B. Rango: Crunchy creamy candy cookie cupcake. Beans: Get your dirty, webbed phalanges off of my boots! Roadkill: people need something to believe in.
Roadkill: People need something to believe in. Rango: "Who am I? I could be anyone! Rango: Who am I?
Beans: GO to hell! Beans: Go to hell! Rango: women find me uncomfortably attractive. Rango: Women find me uncomfortably attractive. Or I'll squeeze the life out of those pretty brown eyes Rango: Stay in school, eat your veggies, and burn all the books that ain't Shakespeare.
Rango: Us reptiles gotta stick together. Waffles: I'm an amphibian. Rango: Ain't no shame in that. Rattlesnake Jake: Go to hell.
Spoons: "I found a human spinal column in my feces one time". Spoons: I found a human spinal column in my feces one time.