Chill out: Chill out 3.

"Alright, footprints! We're finally getting somewhere! "I said.we came up to a camp, where some guys were playing poker on a stump. "Vio, can you knock 'em out with the cards? I asked. "Easy." He said, cracking his knuckles. Small fists rose out of the poker cards, knocking out all the goons. Alrighty, let's get interrogatin! I said, sounding like a loathsome wild West stereotype. We tied the thugs to their chairs and woke them up. "Talk, or you'll be slapped by a Jack of hearts! " Said vio. He... Made... Us... Do... It... Then they all popped poison pills into their mouths. "Alright, this is a war." I declared.