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The man with no name tended to "the rat's" injury in his leg. Tuco complained with pain and anger. He swore at his partner in Spanish. "Quit that you pig! The blood won't stop! You son of a- OW!" The man had removed the 3 bullets. He lit a cigar in silence. "HEY! BLONDIE YOU FAT PIG, CLEAN THIS UP!" Tuco ordered as he watched himself bleed in agony. The lukewarm blood soaked in Tuco's beige colored trousers. The man smoked on his cigar as he squinted at the wound. "BLONDIE!" screamed the rat. "Blondie, I feel dizzy." The man put out his cigar. He ripped of his shirt sleeve, then poured a bottle of whiskey on it. The man gently compressed the