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9o4n1m,A manic hand-painted gross-out cartoon scene inspired by Ren and Stimpy, with hyper-exaggerated acting and ugly-funny anatomy, unfolds in a warped desert ghost town. A shriveled cartoon outlaw, his leathery face a map of wrinkles and his upper lip twitching spasmodically to reveal yellowed, uneven gums, stands fuming, his absurdly tall, grimy boots sunk slightly into the cracked, dusty ground. He lunges forward, violently jerking one comically oversized boot up and down, his face contorted in a grotesque mask of disgust and frustration, eyes bulging and bloodshot. A cinematic fast push-in focuses on his desperate efforts as a fat, squirming, segmented desert worm, slick with slime and caked in reddish-brown grit, suddenly plops out of his boot with a wet *thwack* onto the splintered, sun-baked porch boards. "Get outta there, ya varmint!" he rasped, his voice a dry, furious growl, as his head snaps to glare at the wriggling creature. In the foreground, rust-encrusted tumbleweeds roll sluggishly, their dry leaves scratching against the parched earth, while in the midground, the bent saloon doors behind him groan and creak erratically, swaying on rusty hinges. High above, against a bruised purple sky, skeletal buzzards circle in lazy, ominous patterns, their distant, buzzing wings audible over the dry, sibilant whisper of the desert wind.