A dapper anthropomorphic penguin, sporting a black eye patch and a wide- brimmed cowboy hat, strides confidently across a dusty Wild West saloon floor. He wears a brown vest, a red bandana around his neck, and a pair of leather chaps. A small, intricately carved wooden pistol rests holstered at his hip. His flippers are tucked into his pockets, and a mischievous glint shines in his beady eyes. He surveys the room, his gaze fixed on the saloon's overflowing cash register. The scene is bathed in warm, golden light filtering through the saloon's swinging doors
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